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Annabel turned on the electric light and made her way into the sitting-room. " There was a pause. The Jew got in first. ’ ‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his corner of the little square of linen. You don’t know the thoughts we have; the things we can do and say. ‘This is altogether insupportable!’ She dug a hand into the recesses of the petticoat of her riding habit and a moment later Gerald found himself once again confronting the barrel of her overlarge and tarnished pistol. He pressed the bloody wrist into her mouth, and she though she could not feel it or 72 control it, she knew she was being made to swallow. It was a work of no slight danger, for every instant a wall, or fragment of a building, came crashing to the ground. The more she disentangled the lines of her situation the deeper grew her self-disgust. In some incomprehensible way that back view made her feel sorry for Alice. The individual twist was always there, even in the cleverest forgeries. 1. But calmer thoughts quickly succeeded.
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