‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. To find the incentive! But how? Thither and yon the idea roved, seeking the way. No one had the resources or the inclination to rebuild them. Never again would he repeat that kiss; but at night when they separated, he would touch her forehead with his lips, and sometimes he would hold her hand in his and pat it. She tugged at my coat and said, ‘I know of the blue-eyed maid.
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