He reached for her and she stroked his head soothingly as his mother had done a few times when he had suffered bad fevers. At the back of her mind there seemed always one irrelevant qualifying spectator whose presence she sought to disregard. He had need of all the inexhaustible energy of his character to support him through his toilsome walk over the wet grass, or along the slippery ploughed land. His eyes were bright, and his voice had in it an unaccustomed timbre. ’ ‘When you begin to tell the truth,’ Gerald told her severely, ‘I shall be happy to believe you.
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