The business of serving gave Gerald a few moment’s grace, for he was dubious about the effect on an elderly female, not in the best of health, of raking up old memories. “Why?” He inquired. I don’t want you to talk to me now. There was only one idea in his head now—to batter and bruise and crush this weakling, then cast him at the feet of his love-lorn wife. She did not have to investigate that his door was locked. But I have remembered the horse and have asked this sergeant that a soldier fetch him.
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