‘Oh no, you don’t,’ said Gerald in a low tone. Under his arm he carried a thick, knotted crab-stick. He boasted of her ability to learn to men who were a stone’s throw from having the power of the pope himself. He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony.
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