A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. Wait a moment. No amount of scrubbing could remove the stains, the blood of an unknown man she had stolen from the scene of a car accident, a stupid drunk with no license who had wrapped his Chevy truck around a very large oak tree. Her hair got loose, her hat came over one eye, and she had no arm free to replace it. And Gosse had been still there, so Martha said, and not in prison. I shall only pray that I may reward you for all your goodness to me. Oh, I think I understand, Annabel.
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