She wore a black satin dress, a little shiny at the seams, a purposeless bow of white tulle at the back of her neck, and a huge chatelaine. She finished the olive and looked up. ‘No need to shake in your boots,’ Gerald said soothingly. Cased and ribbed with stone, and braced with horizontal beams of timber, the piles, which formed the foundation of these jetties, had resisted the strong encroachments of the current for centuries. “The thing I feel most disposed to say, Miss Stanley,” he began at last, “is that this is very sudden. ’ ‘You mean the one that you refused to feed?’ demanded Gerald, seizing this promising cue and adopting a mournful note.
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