“You are coming my way,” Courtlaw answered. His gaze drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a starched object that resembled a helmet. Instead had come this storm, this shouting, this weeping, this confusion of threats and irrelevant appeals. If hopeless love for her made me a robber, it has also saved me many a crime.
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