She thought of her father in the garden, and of her aunt with her Patience, as she had seen them—how many ages was it ago? Just one day intervened. Where the devil have you hidden all those weapons? Don’t tell me you’ve got ’em with you. ‘Do you not understand that I can trust no one—no one?’ ‘That is a pity,’ Gerald said, rising to face her. ‘Have no fear,’ he uttered soothingly, reaching out to pat her free hand. I have written, called—of what avail is anything—against that look. Do I blow off the head of a man with whom I am in love?’ ‘That,’ said Gerald, disengaging his hand and at last drawing her into his arms, ‘deserves a reward.
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