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Gerald caught the look and slipped the weapon into his pocket. Cheveney was another Paris friend, was he?” she asked. And that would spoil it. Not enough of them to make a difference. “Pretend,” he said, “that all I have said hasn’t been said. ‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. She winked at him as he shut the door. She felt draggled and insulted beyond redemption. He worked afternoons, when everybody else went to sleep; he worked at night under a heat-giving light, with insects buzzing and dropping about, with a blue haze of tobacco smoke that tried to get out and could not.
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