‘That’s what started the fracas,’ Gerald admitted ruefully, nursing his injured hand as he recalled it. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. Still—I don’t know whether I quite like—Something ramshackle about those people, Vee. The man looked hard at him. Dieu du ciel, what was it? She turned slowly, listening for the direction of the sound. H’m. She kept her eyes closed. If you choose to requite me by detaining me, you are at liberty to do so. It was only a few months ago that I told you you must come to London, and you only laughed at me.
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