’ ‘A very low stratagem, Hilary,’ Gerald said, turning on his captain with mock severity. Why on earth couldn’t he leave her to grow in her own way? Her pride rose at the bare thought of return. While he was stirring his tea, she ran and fetched the comb. She had discussed the general question of supplies with the helpful landlady. ’ Was there a careful note in her voice? Gerald gave no sign, keeping his own tone light. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk.
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