’ *** 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. “Miserable bounder,” he murmured. There will be long stretches of idleness, heat, and enervation; and always the odour of drying coconut.
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