He seemed to possess infinite reserves of patience when she refused him or purposely tried to bait and anger him, but his patience only made him seem more sinister. "I told you that before," rejoined Wood, testily. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. B. ’ ‘Oh, that,’ Gerald said cautiously. “But I have no troubles. Her hand grasped it firmly, and she pushed herself forward. It began to rain, a cold sweat of precipitation that was more sickly than refreshing. "If you thought that, why did you give me this job?"—his voice faint and thick. There was a gentle rustling of skirts.
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