"I am Owen Wood, at your service. ’ ‘What for?’ asked Gerald, half laughing, as he put his hand in his pocket and brought out his elegant pistol. It was a bizarre sight, a miniature manor, replicated fully, walled in gray limestone. Peg after peg had gone down his blistered throat, but never had a smile touched his lips, never had his gaze roved inquisitively.
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