What's-your-name?" "Shotbolt, Sir," replied the jailer. The blast once more swept over the agitated river: whirled off the sheets of foam, scattered them far and wide in rain-drops, and left the raging torrent blacker than before. She repeated this breathlessly. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. To hand the key back in silence was like offering a lie.
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