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She used his own gun against him, a method that was occasionally cleaner than slitting throats when she got it right. She attacked his hair resolutely. She would end alone. ‘Parbleu,’ she uttered indignantly. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. Grimly Hilary smiled to himself at the effect of Gerald’s name. She turned her head away sharply.
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