“I suppose there’s no way of getting a decent income—independently. I’m not such a bad sort. A small handgun bobbed at the end of it, aimed at Sheila. Almost light-heartedly. The man could put a bullet through her before she could hope to reach any one of them. How can you protect me? Moreover, it is stealing that you have done, and therefore—’ ‘Don’t tell me you expect me to arrest myself again. It’s just life, pure life, life nascent, running clear and strong.
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