The cold air gave her gooseflesh under her red brocade dress as she slipped outside. ‘Ah, now I may see what damage Gérard has done to me,’ she muttered, crossing to the table and putting her hand to the sore place at her neck. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. ” The detective turned again to Anna. ” He did not look at her. “And what was that dreadful confession you had to make?” he was saying. Hurled over the sides of the skiff, the ruffian speedily found a watery grave.
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