We’re handfuls. ” Lucy said, watching people mechanically pump quarters into the till. The entire place was a masterpiece of wooden carving, a design of interleaving carried throughout. She looked up and said, a little breathlessly, “I’m sorry, aunt, but I don’t think I can. ” She was in the bedroom by eleven. She tried to compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm beauty of the surroundings. Slowly she released the hammer on the pistol, uncocking it, and Gerald became conscious that he had been holding his breath.
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