Gerald caught the look and slipped the weapon into his pocket. There was no broken faith—not even any question of anything of the sort. It seemed to show a want of affection, to be a deliberate and unmerited disregard, to justify the reprisal of being hurt. . . They did not speak until he had driven past town limits and were on the highway. Russell burned like a beacon, but Capes illuminated by darting flashes and threw light, even if it was but momentary light, into a hundred corners that Russell left steadfastly in the shade.
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