‘I—I mean, she were—’ ‘Pretty as a picture?’ suggested Gerald. The sea was no longer rolling brass; it was bluer than anything he had ever seen. ‘You would like? And do you imagine that I will tell you?’ ‘Won’t you?’ ‘No, a thousand times. “I had found her at last, and she shot me.
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