It was a moment or two before Gerald realised that he could feel the fluttering of her pulse beneath the light touch he had on her wrist, and that her fingers were trembling in his. The movement was fatal to her son. It was an excuse, dredged up on the spur of the moment to cover a slip. So she said: “I won’t come home. It shall be the bludgeon.
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