’ Gerald was staring at her, an arrested expression on his face. She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. ’ ‘Sit down, Hilary,’ ordered Lucilla, and to Gerald’s amusement, her betrothed did so, perching on the desk close by and staring fixedly at the major. ’ There was a silence. ’ Her face fell. There is a railroad.
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