A long shrill cat-call in the gallery seemed to be the signal. You used to beg me for hours at a time to give it all up, never to go near the ‘Ambassador’s’ again. ‘I thought it must be you,’ cried the woman. Your Mom says to come downstairs for dessert. Next instant, Gerald felt his wrist seized in an iron grip.
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