Her aunt leaped unhappily to the thought of penitence. Mike was showing his territorial instincts, brought out by the fact that he was drunk. They are born idiots, incurably insane. “Agreed,” he said with queer exaltation, and his grip tightened on her hand. He saw himself retreating from barricade to barricade, Ruth always advancing, perfectly oblivious of the terror she inspired. To his consternation, she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel, with both hands about the butt. It was Sebastian’s fault for slapping her face and letting the baby out.
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