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What of Gosse, whom those soldiers had allowed to escape? Hiding—or perhaps
gone. ’
He held his hands out of the way, surrendering his chest for her assault. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac,
and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. Her confession was still unmade. And nearly all these things were fearfully ill-paid. "
"And what should a young man like this one have to forget?"
Prudence demanded to know. She appeared
not to have realised the implications of her outburst, but clung a little to Gerald’s
hands which had taken hers in a comforting clasp. "I think the natives saw you coming out of the lagoon, one dawn. All the
events of the previous day rushed to his recollection; and though he had been
unintentionally the cause of his mother's death, he reproached himself as
severely as if he had been her actual murderer. "Don't disturb yourself," continued the other, nowise disconcerted by the rebuke. She remembered the
doctor's warning that the real battle would begin when the patient recovered
consciousness.
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