“Damned Rascal!” he said. Gerald swore. ToC After running to some distance down Seacoal Lane, Jack stopped to give a last look at the vehicle which was bearing away the remains of his beloved and illfated mother. Now the pig knew where to find her—for it would not take long for a Catholic to locate the convent in Golden Square—even if she escaped him here. We mustn’t make it so. Generations had been born and died in between the times she had gotten laid.
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