‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods. He had reacted by pushing her away, disgust and frustration on his face. “Thank God,” he exclaimed. Her father’s step quickened to a trot. “How?” 106 “The other person makes the mistake of going to sleep. Tears began to stream from her cheeks.
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