”
“Then I didn’t waste my time in prison altogether?”
“It wasn’t the prison impressed me. Never mind. Several men and women were piled there like wood, dead,
horribly gored. "No," replied Jonathan, "I'll not take you at your word, as regards the latter
proposition. I pledged my
thumb that, dead or alive, I'd pay the wager if I lost; and I should like to be as
good as my word. From the further end of the apartment came the low music of a violin. For an instant, Gerald wished the rest of the world away that he might go to
her and administer appropriate comfort. Had she said the words aloud? He pulled her
close and she nuzzled her head on his chest. They were on their way back home, or so she had
thought. The huge, newly remodeled brick house was crammed
full of people reeking of beer, vodka, and tequila. "To paint your portrait," answered the jailer.
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