\" They talked until midnight most nights. Gerald at once lowered his voice to that intimate level again, and leaned towards her. Trodger laid down their muskets and turned on them. I AM an abandoned female. ‘Lord in heaven, did I do that?’ exclaimed Gerald remorsefully. ‘So I shall do so. In a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut.
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