’ Kimble chewed his lip, but his hostility was visibly lessening. With a rustle of her full lilac petticoats, Miss Froxfield turned back to Alderley. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. "There's Sharples," cried Quilt. Never! And they don’t know it! They have no idea of it.
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