This left Spurlock alone. ‘Ah, no,’ Gerald uttered at once, lowering his voice and infusing it with all the promise he could command. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. She was fatigued physically and mentally, and neither mind nor body could rest. They were filthy after the burial. “So Brendon and I,” he said, “have been troubled with the same fears.
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