Whatever he did, she was bound to scream. Crouching down, Gerald waited, hands at the ready. He stirred continually, thrusting his legs about and flinging his arms above his head. He forced her arm back, away, stretching it out to keep the weapon at bay. One or two of the tables were occupied by groups of fat frowzy women in flat caps, with rings on their thumbs, and baskets by their sides; and no one who had listened for a single moment to their coarse language and violent abuse of each other, would require to be told they were fish-wives from Billingsgate.
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