For the love of Heaven, Jack, don't move!—Don't alter a muscle, if you can help it. Cursing under his breath, Gerald moved swiftly across and dragged her away. I saw him ride away with that other fellow. That added to his puzzle. ‘How in God’s name did the wretched fellow get in then?’ ‘Dug a tunnel?’ suggested Gerald, halting next to a pair of French windows at the front. One post-midnight meeting, she could stand it no longer. No work that offered was at all of the quality she had vaguely postulated for herself. She plucked at the knots of her racket and heard him to the end, then spoke in a restrained undertone.
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