Let me go, Sir. They were on their way back home, or so she had thought. ‘For God’s sake, let go my hand,’ he begged. Would Gerald wish his friend to follow the man? He had hardly registered the decision that he had best do so, albeit with some reluctance, when his trained senses alerted him to an extraordinary circumstance. " The envelope contained exactly five hundred dollars. He had done this a dozen times on the way from his office. Passing thought. This started a thought moving.
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