Only her ungloved fingers, and the arms in their long tight sleeves as she held the heavy gun aloft, bore any sign of stiffness. Stanley took the letter and stood with it in his hand thoughtfully for a time. ” “Kate who?” Lucy asked. ’ ‘Why not?’ Gerald asked straightly. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back. CHAPTER VIII. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter.
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