‘—without telling her why,’ he finished, ignoring the interjection. Gosse had moved forward, his pistol arm out straight, his aim true, the gun cocked. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. “Queer letters he writes,” she said. Neither their mother nor Sebastian noticed, as certain members of the house had taken to avoiding each other.
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