I got myself locked up to cool off. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. Was the girl seriously expecting him to pull the trigger? Lord, but she had courage! ‘Shoot, then,’ urged the lady. This was number 13, Montague Street, familiarly spoken of in the neighbourhood as “White’s.
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