Rhea writhed and scuttled about like a crab. He had come to Anna’s rooms from a dinner party, and he was in evening dress. “There have been other times,” he said a little sadly. He’ll survive. ‘On the contrary,’ Gerald argued, frowning. “But your hair,” he gasped. Here they would be having lunch. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. One glance through the window at that picturesque head had been sufficient.
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