’ ‘What for?’ asked Gerald, half laughing, as he put his hand in his pocket and brought out his elegant pistol. There is turmoil, shouts, cries, jostlings, milling congestions that suddenly break and flow in opposite directions. As they careened into a parking space, Lucy clung to the upholstery so as not to be thrown against the front seats. Very well, I give up.
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