Brendon went for the doctor,” Anna answered. “You will have some tea?” she asked. Gosse sagged under the impact, knocking over the card table, and falling to sit, half stunned, the discharged pistol flying from his slackened grasp. At night she would turn it in her fingers like a rosary bead. Some part of the stiff vigour of the man seemed to have subsided. She quickened her pace, and so did he, talking at her slightly averted ear.
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