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’ ‘Then leave me to guard myself, and do not ask me questions any more,’ she snapped, and crouched down suddenly, searching about for her dagger. Every one of those four stories would be accepted. “I am very glad to hear you say it,” he repeated, and refrained from further inquiry. “Here goes,” he said. “Go from me, husband!” With a flourish he brought her arms behind her and her body was slammed to the floor. She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin. The light disappeared. ’ ‘Remenham House,’ exclaimed Trodger, who had been watching this interchange open-mouthed. The events that had initially followed in the wake of her triumph over Emile Gosse had quite confused and dazed her. And then I came here. The Enschede Bible—the one out of which she read—had been strangely mutilated. Something in his smile, in the cynical suggestiveness of his deferential tone, maddened her. That she was provoked by his interference was obvious.
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