The picture in her mind altered and she saw again the way
Gerald had looked with consternation upon the bruises he had inflicted on her
wrist. “Nigel, Nigel,” she cried. He had not had time to aim the pistol. That is what they
think we are for!”
“We’re beasts,” said Teddy. She noticed an
odd new gleam in Michelle’s eyes, a focus she had not
noticed before. Vexation at his folly in suffering
himself to be thus entrapped kept Wood for a short time silent. To be near
someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her
own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic. net
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Ben judged correctly.
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