“I hope that Mr. She tipped his mouth towards her own and kissed him. The picture in her mind altered and she saw again the way Gerald had looked with consternation upon the bruises he had inflicted on her wrist. Manning came into her thoughts again, an unexpected, tall, dark, self-contained presence at the Fadden. On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains.
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