‘But I have the pistol,’ Gerald pointed out. “Forgive me,” he said, “but I want to hear it from your sister. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked. You are the woman I love, Anna. "Whatever you like, Hoddy," she agreed, wiping the sweat from her forehead. During the previous night he had been restless; and in the lonely dragging hours his thoughts had raced in an endless circle—action without progress. Her eye wandered quickly over that riotous and disorderly assemblage, until it settled upon one group more riotous and disorderly than the rest, of which her son formed the principal figure. It was long and narrow, with a ceiling supported by huge uncovered rafters, and so low as scarcely to allow a tall man like himself to stand erect beneath it. ‘We may have to,’ Gerald answered thoughtfully, staring at the window to one side.
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