Gosse had moved forward, his pistol arm out straight, his aim true, the gun cocked. He called a waiter. “Yes, he made them all. ” He kissed her, and handed her into the carriage. Blue haze had settled beyond the black silhouettes of trees, graduating to the deep violet that began the night sky. They stood back together and stared at it. " "Farewell, Jack," cried twenty voices. ” “I suppose,” Anna said, “that those are reasonable deductions.
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