His only warning was a gleam of silver in the faint spill of light from the house above. He looked melancholy enough, it is true. And pouring the contents of a small powderflask into a bumper of brandy, he tendered him the mixture. “Of course it is okay!” Cathy’s voice rose in volume and in pitch. Somebody to whom she would be necessary, who for days would have to depend upon her for the needs of life. He felt he had raised a storm which it would be very difficult, if not impossible, to allay.
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