‘We were wondering about that. "Where?" she cried. Blackness was beginning to consume the cornfield. She was lovely, painted like the porcelain doll he had always wanted her to be. She saw his finger pull back on the hammer of the gun and shrieked a warning just as Jack launched himself forward and Gosse turned and fired. Wood's reception of the widow, who, at that moment, was ushered into the room by Winifred, was not particularly kind and encouraging. Pause. I want you to understand clearly that I was indebted to the man in many small ways.
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