He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which she unzipped and let fall to the ground. She gazed with a quiet detachment toward the window and the Oxford Street traffic, and in her heart she was busy kicking this man to death. Yes; she had heard the music the night before. It was easy to imagine great power in such a man. Even her memories of he who had frequented her life for the longest period of years were worn and fading. Can't I make you understand? Perhaps it sounds cruel to you; but we women often have to be cruel defensively. That boy was the carpenter's apprentice, Jack Sheppard. The white veil had fallen to the ground and Gerald retrieved it for her.
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