The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. "Do you hear that! We are not wholly at fault. “I saw him stagger and sink down, and the pistol was smoking still in my hand. Even in her own sorry skin-and-bones state of wraithlike pallor and gray under eye circles she was drawing unwanted attention from would-be admirers.
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