There was question in Gerald’s gaze as it met hers, and apology in his voice. She recalled how she had stretched out her arms toward the magic blue horizon. She lied. ‘Gérard will think that I have gone back to London. He was nearly wincing. It was hard to resist. “It is no good playing a game. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. Sanguine they were not.
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