“Very well,” she would say, “then I must go. It was a moment or two before Gerald realised that he could feel the fluttering of her pulse beneath the light touch he had on her wrist, and that her fingers were trembling in his. “No. A silence ensued. He waved an arm and spoke with a peculiar resonance. The Plague raced through the city and the Palazzo, consuming it like fire. ‘I thought it must be you,’ cried the woman. All the sombre visions she had been pressing back, fighting out of her thoughts, swarmed over the barrier and crushed her. " "Take a glass of gin, Ma'am," cried Poll Maggot, holding up a bottle of spirit; "it used to be your favourite liquor, I've heard.
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