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gently." His voice crooned away in soothing diminuendo.
When the trigger was safely down, St.Vincent let the revolver fall from his hand, and with a slight audible sigh sank nervelessly upon a stool.

He tried to straighten himself, but instead dropped down upon the table and buried his face in his palsied hands.

Matt drew on his mittens, looking down upon him pityingly the while, and went out, closing the door softly behind him..