Occasionally he would lean back and stare at the window which gave upon the sea. “Much as I hate rows, I’ve either got to make a stand or give in altogether. Only her ungloved fingers, and the arms in their long tight sleeves as she held the heavy gun aloft, bore any sign of stiffness.
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