“Do you want some of mine?” “Yes. “I mean to,” she replied. “I wish he had,” she said. As she had dreaded, the police officer in the car was politely waiting for John to depart, and exited the squad as soon as John turned at the Pine Crest stop sign. Perhaps that is why I lost my ambition. ‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. The door leaned inward. She was perhaps three-and-twenty, and very pink and healthy-looking, showing a great deal of white and rounded neck above her business-like but altogether feminine blouse, and a good deal of plump, gesticulating forearm out of her short sleeve. It arises, I think, from an over developed sense of humour. He depended upon her, for his medicine, for his drink, for the little amusement it was now permissible to give him.
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