She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms. “A nice time of anxiety you’ve given me, young lady,” he said, as he entered the room. " "And who is its mother?" asked Jonathan, in an eager whisper. The features were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun? Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it.
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