She let Jack go as he passed through the opening. There was a strained, eager expression on his face. Gosse had moved forward, his pistol arm out straight, his aim true, the gun cocked. Anna, my love, you cannot have forgotten so soon. "Those chops, fried potatoes, and buttered toast.
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