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"I cannot repent,—I cannot pray," replied Jack, recovering his hardened
demeanour. He, for his part, was trying to grasp the series of unexpected reactions that had
so wrecked their tete-a-tete. Her white shirt was ridiculously utilitarian, but
fitted in all the right places, he smirked. Gerald, intent on his trail, ignored it. Then, if you weren’t looking,
he’d get five feet closer. She enjoyed preparing the
evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the
oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of
chicken frying. Earles
asked sharply. He returned figuratively to his bed—the
bed he had made for himself and in which he must for ever lie. Mr. She found it
rather funny that he always wore the shirt fastidiously
tucked in and never wore the ensemble without a stiff
brown leather belt.
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