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He stopped, panting hard, slamming his cane to the floor to make use of its much-needed support. There isn’t a husband breathing, Annabel, who wouldn’t have blessed that pistol in your hands, and prayed God that the bullet might go straight. “Sit down,” he said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. Essentially the talk was a mixture of fragments of sentences heard, of passages read, or arguments indicated rather than stated, and all of it was served in a sauce of strange enthusiasm, thin yet intense. Getting back the ice was rather a serious affair.
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