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James Figg was the most perfect master of self-defence of his day. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. None saw, though all felt, his presence, and heard the thunder of his voice. “Just forget it, Lucy! Keep your secrets to yourself!” He stomped out, slamming the heavily paneled oak door.
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