Why else?’ Gerald stared at her blankly. His absence was thought by the charitable to be from grief. ‘Don’t tell me. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. She held up the lamp. Then he stood up and hailed a fiacre.
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