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For the love of Heaven, Jack, don't move!—Don't alter a muscle, if you can help it. She was instinctively aware of him as she had been of Julian. He stopped, panting hard, slamming his cane to the floor to make use of its much-needed support. ‘What are the chances, do you think, of that thing being already cocked?’ ‘Probably not even loaded,’ suggested Hilary hopefully. She wished she had not stood up. Wood, when he does return, I'd send him about his business. Paris copies London.
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