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‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. ” He frowned. " Almost the identical words of the boy. Anna sat quite still for a moment, and then the colour suddenly returned to her cheeks. He was so horny that he could probably make love to a tree. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. “Nothing can cheer me,” he said, “except champagne. She felt she must get him talking upon some impersonal theme at any cost. ‘Where the devil have you been?’ ‘Consorting with a nun in the gardens. She had recourse to the torn off strip of petticoat again, and blowing her nose with an air of determination, sniffed back the tears.
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