‘I doubt it. “Annabel?” he exclaimed. On the way home he was still thoughtful. And yet—such is the buoyancy of youth—within a fortnight he began his first novel, pretending to himself that it was on Ruth's account. “Sebastianus? Where did my husband go?” He smiled at her gently, patronizingly, as he prevented her from movement or escape. “Surely Lady Ennison would object, even if it were possible. How to hold her, how to keep her at his side; this was the problem with which he struggled. But you must not imagine me wrapped in melancholy. That, I think, is manifest. ‘But―but how can he know?’ His soldier’s instinct overtook Gerald and he dropped all his insouciance in a bang, becoming brisk.
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