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"What is this to me, Sir?" said Trenchard, cutting him short. To his consternation,
she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel,
with both hands about the butt. She had slept badly at first in a
long chair next to the fire waiting for him to return, but
caught on after that. But I
am sick of tearing up letters and hopeless of getting what I have to say better
said. I shall want you. “We settled long ago—we’re
hard stuff. And if she was ever
found living in the area like that, homeless, John could
somehow find out. Well-balanced, sane, wasn’t I? You never heard anyone
call me a madman? I’m pretty near being one now, and it’s her fault. ’
‘Damnation!’ Gerald burst out, crossing towards her.
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