’ She raised the pistol. Pause. Don’t leave me. I swear it. Unless women are never to be free, never to be even respected, there must be a generation of martyrs. He was alert, well-groomed, and yet—perhaps in contrast with the more volatile French type—there was a suggestion of weight about him, not to say heaviness. “You can keep him at arm’s length.
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