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Gerald drew his breath in sharply as Lord Charvill took a step towards his
granddaughter, thrusting out his head. You shall know the truth. Tell Bess to
slip out, and I'll put on her cloak and hood. He sat alone in his brother’s old car
night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red
sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had
once shown him her secrets. ’ I wanted, as I have never wanted before, to take you up, to make
you mine, to carry you off and set you apart from all the strain and turmoil of
life. “Whither away?” he said, very distinctly in a curiously wheedling voice. The militiaman at once thrust the old man
between the shoulder blades, pushing him into the kitchen.
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