She could not risk going in the door, lest she run
into Larry or Cathy drinking a nocturnal glass of milk or
Mike raiding the refrigerator for snacks. Annabel saw it,
and suddenly changed her tone. She warmed to him fast, her anger was much
harder to carry than the pleasant everyday neutrality of
affection. To his consternation,
she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel,
with both hands about the butt. “You were talking to that fellow Ramage to-day—in the Avenue. “An annuity—a sum of money paid to you yearly or quarterly through my
solicitors, and which you can consider as a gift from your sister. Except for the dull eyes and the extreme pallor of
his face, there was nothing else to indicate that he was deep in liquor.
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