It was as much accident as anything, but she had killed him. “I don’t understand. ‘Did you see the man?’ Gerald asked. Occasionally the mere fact of lying in bed became unendurable, and she rolled out and marched about her room and whispered abuse of herself—usually until she hit against some article of furniture. There was nothing to replace the all important letter from her father. “But I still think of my old foster brothers and sisters. She opened the window, for the night was mild, and sat on the floor with her chin resting upon the window-sill. I’m a soldier, you see.
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