” They returned to the crypt. Cheveney was looking after her, I think, then. He stood before her. ’ Kimble frowned direfully, staring at the weapon with its gold hilt and decorative pattern down the blade. I admit it. He carried her in his arms up the steps, like a bride on her honeymoon. Then her white teeth gleamed, and her excuse for remaining any longer before that little marble table was gone. ‘So now we come to it.
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