His only warning was a gleam of silver in the faint spill of light from the house above. But I don’t care; I haven’t a spark of shame. There is the key. His hand flew across the paper. Flinging her back against it, she put her hands out, barring his way. ’ ‘But you must,’ Gerald said, quite as if he meant it. ’ She bit her lip, but her eyes betrayed her. She turned away from the doorway of the silk loom to observe.
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