‘But I was not there. He
felt hands tugging at him, mysterious creatures with long
fingers and sharp nails that pulled at his flesh. He was always word-building, a
metaphorist, lavish with singing adjectives; but often he built in confusion
because it was difficult to describe something beautiful in a new yet simple way. “I’d give anything to kiss your neck. ‘And it is perhaps not
so necessary that I do so, because Joan has told me of another who may like to
say I am the daughter of Mary Remenham. Gerald began to ease forward, deciding just how he would accost her. He removed his
cockaded hat, putting it down between them as he sat at the other end, placing
himself at an angle and, crossing his legs, leaned back at his ease, his eyes fixed
on her face.
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