Marina had retired to bed, drinking wine slowly, sleeping when she was not drinking. “I’m sorry Mister McCloskey! I was out seeing my boyfriend!” He stared at her concernedly. Faintly bothered by what it might mean, Gerald rose from his seat and crossed to the tray to pour himself a glass of wine. Thames returned no answer. Drawing his hanger he rode amongst the crowd, trampled upon those most in advance, and made an attempt to seize their leader, in whom he recognised Blueskin.
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