“Fearful old fogey! I can’t imagine any sister of yours putting up with him for a moment. Preparations were next made for taking Thames on board. Hang the wench! Roding was right. She gathered stones to place upon the makeshift grave. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo. His kind eyes were puffy with fatigue.
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