‘Yes, miss. The latter took from his pocket a small note-book and pencil. ’ Fury rippled again. What gave the puzzling twist to an ordinary situation was her manner: she was guileless. “He can’t be more than thirty. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. I believe he’s divorced.
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