The effort of self-repression cost him a sob. ‘Dieu du ciel, for what do you take me?’ ‘I don’t know,’ he threw at her. "One of us has got to die," he panted. 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. By this time, the procession had reached the west end of the wall of St. ” She put her wrists upon his shoulders, feeling him surge with the pride of his own masculinity as she touched him.
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