"One of us has got to die," he panted. It was an intimate smell, the unmistakable scent of him and another woman. To his consternation, she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel, with both hands about the butt. ‘You’d do the same. Then he turned on his heel and walked off. ’ ‘Of course he will release you,’ Gerald said at once, concealing his delighted satisfaction at this unexpected piece of good fortune. . She, perhaps, displayed herself rather consciously as a fine person unduly limited.
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