His gaze drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a starched object that resembled a helmet. She could not go to him with a preachment against strong drink; she knew from experience that such a plan would be wasted effort. “You must have heard—have you—oh, tell me, won’t you?” she begged. So she built a shrine.
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