Mrs. ’ Authority had won again, Gerald thought with satisfaction. “Annabel?” he exclaimed. She was trembling a little. She was fine and tender. But what he could do or might do she could not imagine. Catch him, she begged silently. On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains. Neither your aunt nor I have any other thought but what is best for you. He had not remembered her as looking so small. A big breakfast is healthier anyway, so they say. He patted the hand on his sleeve. "Well, I'm not far from the mark. The thought had not even occurred to him.
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