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‘As for your dagger—’ She held out her hand palm up, as if she expected him to give her the weapon. Like a petulant child he snapped. The latter took from his pocket a small note-book and pencil. Men had tried to kiss her— unshaven derelicts, some of them terrible—but she had always managed to escape. Norris, wringing her hands and wepping, the unfortunate lady was placed upon a couch. "You'll get nothing out of me, I can promise you, unless you show a little more civility. I've watched this lad—this Sheppard—from infancy; and, though I have apparently concerned myself little about him, I have never lost sight of my purpose. Wasn’t easy, I can tell you. “I have had nothing since, and it seems a very long time. Montressor’s guests were. . ’ Hilary stared.
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