There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. The picture in her mind altered and she saw again the way Gerald had looked with consternation upon the bruises he had inflicted on her wrist. Mac's. “Where is my beautiful wife?” He bellowed from the downstairs. ‘Let it fall!’ ‘Brute!’ she spat, struggling, and he knew at once he had guessed aright. He would provide the necessities of life and protect her. They sell only their talents, not their bodies; they are not girls of the street. " "Funny, about that coat.
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