‘There is Bernadette, Marie-Thérèse, Marie-Joséphine, Marie-Claire, Henriette—’ Exasperated, Gerald seized her by the shoulders. Mike sat down, his body too large for the petite blue couch. . "Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear. She hung about his chair, followed him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce the words which refused to rise to her tongue. She did not want particularly to know what had caused his agony, what had driven him back to the old coat. "You needn't gag me," he added, "I'll not cry out.
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