During the previous night he had been restless; and in the lonely dragging hours his thoughts had raced in an endless circle—action without progress. A small handgun bobbed at the end of it, aimed at Sheila. Mother—dear mother!" he added, clasping her in his arms, "Look at me again. I do not know how I shall get it, but I must, you understand.
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