” Lucy said, watching people mechanically pump quarters into the till. Gosse had moved forward, his pistol arm out straight, his aim true, the gun cocked. There was a wall; she was always encountering it; the one time she was able to break through this wall was when the part in his hair was crooked. Take it," he cried, lifting the babe from the bottom of the boat, and flinging it towards its unfortunate father.
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