His gaze drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a starched object that resembled a helmet. Anna herself opened the hall door. He shrugged and, to Gerald’s relief, made to leave at last. Everything in his favour—the luck of the gods! The only white men were miles down the coast. I never hunt the human tiger without being armed.
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