The gentlemen are so particular now, and a good thing too, I say. She was not squeamish—although the sight of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience. “Maybe we could swing a scholarship to Boston College for you, you know, with your violin and all. It was the only time she had ever hit him, punched him right in the stomach like one of his favorite Three Stooges episodes. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. The unfortunate woman was stretched upon the floor, with a bloody knife in her hand.
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