Having shot the priest the two old men realised that they would now have to dispose of the gun and the getaway car....his eyes rimy with confusion. I gathered him aside.
"The results have been less than encouraging."
...she is hiding behind her hair.
He looks, for all the world, like a man trying to get his head around something.
Drink reduces us all to cliché.
The front of the building looked out to the Atlantic, west southwest, and got the light all day, and a extraordinary view of sea and sky and little else. It felt as though he had turned his back on England.
A dark little suspicion persists, that I have been gulled, at least in part.
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