‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. The children made us slaves, and the men took advantage of it. I'd like to shake you until your bones rattled; but the bones of a Roundhead wouldn't rattle to any purpose. The sun was setting in spectacular multicolored streams beyond Whitefield Park. I'm entirely at your service.
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