Not that it would make any difference if he was alive still. ‘I think it is better if I hold the pistol. ‘Her own,’ Gerald replied. She rambles continually about Jack, and her husband, and that wretch Jonathan, to whom, as far as can be gathered from her wild ravings, she attributes all her misery. "Thank you; but I've a pocket full of water-chestnuts. But—” The tired woman raised her eyebrows in mild protest.
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