A pity you did not think to tell me that part of the tale at the outset. Instead had come this storm, this shouting, this weeping, this confusion of threats and irrelevant appeals. She stood among them, watching them and feeling curiously alien to them. She was frowning, but it was evident that her initial fright had left her. Practically. Not a bad man as men go, but he would sell whisky and gin.
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