‘Eh bien, does that mean that you will do it again?’
‘Not if I can help it,’ Gerald uttered, alarmed. The blast shrieked, as if exulting in
its wrathful mission. I've bumped into so much of the
underside that I can't see clean any more. But it never said: "Tell someone! Tell someone!" Was he something of a moral
pervert, then? Was it what he had lost—the familiar world—rather than what he
had done?
He stared dully at the footrail. "You are
my prisoner. "Well, Jack," said the prize-fighter, in a rough, but friendly voice, and with a cutand-thrust abrupt manner peculiar to himself; "how are you, lad, eh? Sorry to see
you here.
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