Then there was Tom Jarrot, the hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and broke his leg. Rhea writhed and scuttled about like a crab. Gerald’s gaze bored into hers. Already the warm sun was drawing from the pines their delicious odour. The major will not call. “I suppose you know I like you tremendously?” he pursued. You needn’t be in any doubt about it.
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