Even the abstract paintings on the wall were gray. ‘Bring her to me and we shall see. So confident, Emile? ‘You fire the gun and you make one big noise. I'm almost sorry I've sworn to hang you. She heard him crash against it, and turned the key in the lock. She began rubbing it with her pocket-handkerchief. Seeing the footman about to follow her in, Gerald clamped a hand onto his shoulder.
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