’ *** It must have been fate, Gerald decided, near an hour later, staring intently at the closed French windows on the raised alcove that led out to the terrace. Love is one thing and friendship quite another. “Yes! I must! The thing is becoming a torture to me. “Boys!” said Capes. She had nothing to say for herself. He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully. The smell of gunpowder was strong in the room.
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