Why else?’ Gerald stared at her blankly. Sensing his discomfort, she stood up and brushed lint off of the hem of her gray miniskirt. His glance came up again and met hers. All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely against the reserve he had set between them. net Transcribers Note: Obvious typesetter errors from the original corrected in this etext. ‘Poor Hilary. E. ” “I don’t see why I shouldn’t. It is impossible. She seemed to be making some sort of inventory. 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. Wild's orders.
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