The militia offered little in the way of relief. He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light. It isn’t illusions—for us. For fully five minutes he lay quite motionless. ” Brendon was not inclined to be led away from the point. ’ ‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his corner of the little square of linen. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. ” He took them from her and read them.
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