She felt herself shaking again. Gerald grinned. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. "How long will he be laid up?" "Three or four weeks, if he doesn't peg out during the night. ” “Well, perhaps it is a bit depressing. ” “You will make me horribly conceited,” he answered. ’ ‘The tables, they are turned, I think,’ she returned. If you don’t eat humble-pie now you may live to fare worse later. I've got the watch-spring saw in my sleeve. ’ Gerald ignored this. She could not move. D. . I don’t know if I express myself clearly.
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