’ ‘Don’t be a little fool,’ Gerald snapped irritably. Spurling. The tiles lay a foot thick in the road. Anna leaned forward, watching the people in the streets. You cannot arrest yourself. “‘Go it, missie,’ they said; “kick aht!’ “I swore at that policeman—and disgusted him. “What can you do?” she asked. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved.
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