"The blood that has been spilt is that of his wife. Gosse had moved forward, his pistol arm out straight, his aim true, the gun cocked. Not fit to be dust on your boots. He sat down on the sill of the open window, folded his arms, and stared straight before him for a long time over the wilderness of tiles and chimney-pots into a sky that was blue and empty. She knew Martha would not ask anything that she did not wish to know.
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