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It may be useful to you. There isn’t a husband breathing, Annabel, who wouldn’t have blessed that pistol in your hands, and prayed God that the bullet might go straight. Not for me. He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. Sheppard let fall her basket. ’ ‘Get rid of the wench,’ Roding said brutally.
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