Rage flooded her at his intent, but she controlled it. 9. Then as she lay very still, with her hands clinched and her black hair tumbled about her face, he came still closer and softly kissed the nape of her neck. Love—admiration for your matchless beauty alone sways me. ’ ‘And who, may I ask, is Dorothée?’ asked Gerald. He would teach her all he knew of life so that if the Hand should ever reach his shoulder, she would be able to defend herself. Then light footsteps became audible, descending the staircase with a certain deliberation and a faint rustle of skirts. ‘I was not born to this. But the rise of the chest was quite perceptible now. “Well,” she said, “good-night, father.
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