’ ‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his corner of the little square of linen. II. He knew it to be St. There was question in Gerald’s gaze as it met hers, and apology in his voice. She would just have to show up and hope for the best. And there are other guides. They were alike in one phase—loveless and lonely.
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