Then a servant girl brought in a telegram. To his consternation, she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel, with both hands about the butt. If she has no children, she goes on loving her husband; but he is no longer a man but a child. It’s a world in which the law can be a stupid pig and the police-stations dirty dens. “Your teeth are chattering! I’ll make you some hot chocolate!” Cathy cried. It would be protective; it would with age turn to silver unnoticeably. She had to resist an impulse of sheer terror, to run out after them and give in. Nothing at all. Why should they be? She and Ramage were friends, very good friends. The features were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun? Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it.
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