“I will be seeing you Sunday at dinner,” he said and went out, closing the door noiselesslybehind him.
Scarlett at five-thirty, before the servants had in from the back yard to start breakfast,andsl(arose) ipped down the steps to the quiet lower floor.(come) Gerald
was awake, sitting on thesofa, his hands gripping a police shieldcould hold me upside down and drainmy gutschange your mindhis bullet head as if he wished to crush it between his palms. He looked upfurtively as she entered. The pain of
moving his eyes was too.
“Wurra the day!”
“It’s a fine way you’ve acted, Pa,” she began in a furious whisper. “Coming home at such anhour and waking all the neighbors with your singing.”
“I sang?”
“Sang! You woke the echoes singing the ‘Lament.’ ”
“ ‘Tis nothing I’m remembering.”
“The neighbors will remember it till their dying day and so will Miss Pittypat and Melanie.”
“Mother of Sorrows,” moaned Gerald, moving a thickly furred tongue around parched lips. “‘Tis little I’m remembering after the game started.”
“Game?”
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