Gerald raised his cockaded hat, and smiled. She was not altogether surprised when she found a deer, gutted of its entrails and strung with a garland of flowers, on the cave’s doorstep one humid summer morning. They sat in the front row. A forgotten island beyond the ship lanes, where that grim Hand would falter and move blindly in its search for him! From what he had read, there wouldn't be much to do; and in the idle hours he could write. Once he had managed to stake his claim, she would have all to do to prove her identity and win it back. Why? If she had put the query to herself, she could not have answered it.
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