Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. ‘I do not know him. Put him in the stocks, and there let him sleep off his drunken fit. Give me the books. Slowly, he drew back his head and looked into her face. "I took the course I pursued to serve you. It was a moment or two before Gerald realised that he could feel the fluttering of her pulse beneath the light touch he had on her wrist, and that her fingers were trembling in his.
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