The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. ’ ‘Nothing of the sort,’ Gerald said calmly, sipping at his burgundy. Winifred instantly picked it up. ’ Gerald eyed her. “I really do not believe,” he announced with satisfaction, “that any one would recognize me.
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