Gerald crossed back to the window. “Better,” said Ann Veronica, with an unreal alacrity. Her faculties seemed for a moment numbed. ‘I suppose I need not ask to which other soldier you refer. The thousand voices which a few moments before had been so clamorous were now hushed. “Tut, tut!” he said. He stopped in mid-sentence, and Ann Veronica opened the door for her aunt. Tell him about the island, the coconut dance, the wooden tom-toms; read to him. To his intense satisfaction, Melusine bit her lip on a tremor. You’re a good friend. ‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket.
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