” “I don’t care. The Scot understood that, gently and indirectly, Ruth was asking her husband a question, opening a door if he cared to enter. To his consternation, she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel, with both hands about the butt. Wood had retired to his own room, where he had just summoned Thames. ‘Let go!’ ‘Do you take me for a fool?’ Gerald demanded. The morning swims in the lagoon had thickened the red corpuscle.
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