“Are you sick, Michelle? Maybe you should have stayed home. Or he would find something—a wave in her hair, a little line in the contour of her brow or neck, that made an exquisite discovery. ‘Precisely,’ agreed Gerald. ‘Beg pardon, miss, but I’m told as how—’ She broke off, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping open. Await me in the coach. It was as if her finite human brain could only store a limit of information, details like hair color and fingernail shape easily jettisoned to make room for the nuances of a grin or the emotion of a shoulder blade. But he had now lost the precise spot; and thinking he had examined the drain, turned his attention to another quarter. "Can you pull him through?" was the anxious question. Last night there had been no time.
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