She had to exert tremendous energy not to sniff the air for his blood. “Well?” she said, sitting down again. ’ ‘Eh bien. “I am so very, very sorry. ’ ‘Oui, mais—’ ‘You are, without exception, the most unprincipled, the most unscrupulous, the most shameless, immoral, devious—’ ‘Pardon me, sir,’ burst in Mrs Ibstock suddenly, her tone belligerent, bringing the captain’s tirade to an abrupt halt as he turned to glare at her. ” “Then I,” she said, “have too much character. ” “To bad rubbish. ” She said as she rested her head against his chest, eyes unfocused on the fading sky. The pole-chair caravan resumed its journey.
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