“Well, I don’t want you to talk to him,” he said, very firmly. ” She said. "Your father—poor imbecile!—believes we ran away together. Each time also we quarrel, and even if you are laughing very much, you become angry. ’ ‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his corner of the little square of linen. Afraid, no doubt, he thought grimly, that her other visitor would leave. She ran through the backyards of Pinecrest subdivision, piano wire and a slim jim tucked into her pantyhose. "Where is my mother?" he added, regarding the knight with a searching glance. As she came close, he took a pace forward and seized her from behind, one strong arm clamping her tight against his chest, the free hand seizing her about the mouth, stifling the cry that gurgled in her throat. The pole-chair caravan resumed its journey.
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