Thunder rumbled behind the manicured hills. He wore a silk hat a little tilted, and a morning coat buttoned round a tight, contained figure; and a white slip gave a finish to his costume and endorsed the quiet distinction of his tie. But, being pushed forward by his subordinate officer, he was compelled to make a stand. ‘You would read my mind?’ Gerald was pretty certain he already had, but he did not say so. Days later, Sebastian found her by the lake, sobbing. I beg that you will consider me your friend.
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