Here and there, a building might be seen with the doors and windows driven in, and all access to it prevented by the heaps of bricks and tilesherds. There isn’t a husband breathing, Annabel, who wouldn’t have blessed that pistol in your hands, and prayed God that the bullet might go straight. "The key," replied the widow. Anna was still holding her cigarette between her fingers. She grasped at the right one, massaging where his grip had been and Gerald hoped he had not bruised her. The city presented a terrible picture of devastation.
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