Michelle tossed her hair like a young colt flicking its tail. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. At least I can’t talk to them. ’ Pierced to the heart by the poignancy of this utterance, Gerald could neither move nor speak.
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