But she has let fall enough for me to understand that she knows about her father’s misdeeds. “You know of no one likely to have had a grudge against this man?” he asked. ’ ‘I know,’ he said, smiling. ’ You mean you hope you do, thought Gerald cynically. The freezing water lapped around her ankles as she ran along its edge, marveling at the thousands of tiny white spiral shells the tide had brought in. Determined, however, not be taken with life, he held on. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky.
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