A neighbor stopped by as the day wore on, causing her to duck and cower as he rang the doorbell over and over. She had nothing to say for herself. The gun flew from his hand, clacking on the floor. She threw hat and coat on the bed and sat down before the fire. "I'm tired of the life I'm leading. "He who stands on the verge of the grave, as I do, should never be unprepared. ” “I sent a telegram, aunt,” said Ann Veronica. ‘Oh, we was always in there, miss,’ admitted Joan, moving closer. The miserable woman staggered, uttered a deep groan, and fell senseless on the straw. She saw his finger pull back on the hammer of the gun and shrieked a warning just as Jack launched himself forward and Gosse turned and fired. He pretended to be unaware of the mishap. The slim knife was wrested from her grasp, and she was flung backwards, towards the bookcases.
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