“That,” she answered, “is far easier to believe. It was a moment or two before Gerald realised that he could feel the fluttering of her pulse beneath the light touch he had on her wrist, and that her fingers were trembling in his. "And now," she added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts—to prepare myself for what I have to go through—to pray for my son. ’ A sudden thought brought a frown to her brow. I’d rather starve!” For a moment the conversation hung upon that declaration. He displayed a quite unprofessional vein of mysticism in the matter. She turned them down and gently placed the violin back in its red fake fur lined chamber. She wasn’t sure of herself when she said it.
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