’
‘I don’t, as a matter of fact,’ Gerald said decidedly, a frown creasing his brow. “Only four spoonsful left,” she declared briskly, “and your turn to buy the next
pound, Sydney. "Not
a farthing of it shall be expended except in the Captain's service. ‘Dieu du ciel, for what do
you take me?’
‘I don’t know,’ he threw at her. She seemed
smitten with a paroxysm of fear. His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black
seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would
have marked him the world over as a man of the Word. ‘Comment? What do you say?’
Gerald looked down into her face, and found himself touched by the
uncertainty he saw there. ”
Michelle sat in a yogi’s posture on the cold plywood,
her eyes closed as if meditating. Good night.
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