“Why can’t you tell people that you are what you are? Why all the secrecy?” She looked beyond the farmhouse. " "I cannot repent,—I cannot pray," replied Jack, recovering his hardened demeanour. Gosse sagged under the impact, knocking over the card table, and falling to sit, half stunned, the discharged pistol flying from his slackened grasp. ‘Only you made me lose my temper, and—’ ‘I made you do so? Pah!’ Gerald at last succeeded in ripping the handkerchief from her grasp, and swiftly held it to her neck, oblivious to her now bloodied fingers clawing at his hand.
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