It was Ennison, who loomed up through the shadows. She grasped at the right one, massaging where his grip had been and Gerald hoped he had not bruised her. Most of the vessels lying in the river were driven from their moorings, dashed tumultuously against each other, or blown ashore. We may be all murdered in this unprotected place, and nobody be the wiser.
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