\" Shari said. ’ Gerald eyed her with interest. Taking the direction pointed out, he rode off. \" She handed the ticket seller, a boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son, five dollars. This obstacle being removed, in his eagerness to proceed, he had forgotten to take his little charge with him. “I wonder,” he said, “is there anything we could do to help you to get rid of him?” “Can you think of anything?” Anna answered. " This she did carefully, but inwardly commenting that he was still in the realm of strange fancies. As they kissed goodbye, she hoped that he felt the same reluctance to part. When he awoke it was late in the day, and raining heavily. These galleries were separated in the middle by iron grates. He was beginning to think about her inordinately.
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