’ ‘She is no longer a mystery,’ Gerald said. ‘Pen and paper, do you have them?’ ‘Danged if I have,’ came the truculent response. He hated horizons. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. “Homely?” “Well, yeah, that’s what he said.
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