She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. He was content to talk about himself, though in the back of his clever mind he already suspected that she was not offering any details about her life. "Well, Sir?" cried the other, eagerly. “Thanks, so do you. Her eyes were soft and grave, and there was the faintest of smiles upon her resolute lips. Wood. Gerald? But could he be here so quickly? She hastily dabbed at her eyes, thankful for the darkness that she saw had come on outside unnoticed, dimming the room. But he reckoned without his host. Mr. Jackson smiled and put on the air of a man who knows more than he cares to tell.
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