Giles's. ‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. He kept at it even on those nights when the monsoon began to break with heavy storms and he had to weight down with stones everything on his table. “So, how’d it go?” Lucy sighed. It was not until the morning of the fifth day that the constant vigil was broken.
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