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A black-garbed figure crept forward, noiselessly, towards Gosse’s back. Ann Veronica glanced at the mirror to discover a flushed and dishevelled disorder. The noise was raucous. Like most officers, he’d had it especially made, for a man who loved danger had need of a precision instrument of defence. It did so well that they sold it in the nineties. “No, I mean that we should assemble ourselves in case your parents arrive home. The salt air was fresher than the stale air in the manor. With people of that sort all sorts of things may happen. Still—” Then, with incredible and obviously deliberate stupidity, and a voice as flat as her own, he asked, “Who is the man?” Her spirit raged within her at the dumbness, the paralysis that had fallen upon her.
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