He hung precariously on the ragged edge, but he hung there. “You call yourself an artist— but you have no temperament. *** Gerald vaguely noted that his junior leapt to his feet at sight of his former commander, and that Lucilla sat with her mouth at half-cock, dread in her face. “Dear John,” she whispered.
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