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"That is very kind of you," she acknowledged. When she had
finished the first tale, there was a sense of disappointment. ’
‘Exactement. There has never been a white woman at
McClintock's. There was a
Greyhound bus that she was overdue to ride. The thought of
you, wandering from pillar to post, believing yourself hunted—it tore my old
heart to pieces! For I knew you. “Call me Cathy, John. I shall lose my fees and the laced coat. ”
“You have nothing to tell me?”
“Nothing!”
So Annabel departed with the slightest of farewells, wearing a thick travelling
veil, and sitting far back in the corner of a closed carriage. The features
were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow
below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun?
Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of
energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald
made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it.
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