‘How so?’ he asked, and she noted that he allowed his pistol to dangle a little from his fingers. " "The boy's not at my house," replied Wild. She felt that she had passed a difficult corner, and that now she could go on talking with him again, just as she had been used to do before she understood what was the matter with her. She donned her fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney Toons music barely audible from the television set. The moment my escape is known, a large reward will be placed on my head. But how to avail himself of it was the question, for in his present garb he was sure to be recognised. And there was that dress of hers! She must be warned that she had been imposed upon.
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