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‘Never trust a gun in female hands,’ grumbled Hilary, dropping the nun’s habit and backing to join his friend. Wood grasped his companion's arm to attract his attention to this unexpected means of escape. Already she missed all of her fine things, her linens and leather bound books. The oaken beam, nine inches in thickness, was now the sole but most formidable obstacle to his flight. It began to rain, a cold sweat of precipitation that was more sickly than refreshing. No, not one little bit. But you have looked after me very well, and we will not allow this Gérard, who makes me all the time excessively angry, you understand, to make trouble between us. " "Agreed. And then, for the first time, Wood noticed a small stream of blood coursing slowly down her cheek. His attitude toward her was purely intellectual, free of any sentimentality, utterly selfish. ‘He destroyed the papers?’ ‘That’s right,’ Roding said, throwing her a glance of frowning surprise, as if he had not rated her intelligence so high. “All right so far,” she said to herself.
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