As the day wore on, the crowds diminished,—many who would not submit to
the turnkey's demands were sent away ungratified,—and at five o'clock, only
two strangers, Mr. “Look here! Aren’t you going a little too far? This—this is
degradation—making a fuss with sleeves. A small handgun bobbed at the end of it,
aimed at Sheila. “I remember,” she said, “that the first night I saw you, you spoke of my sister as
your friend.
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