” She laughed softly. “You call yourself an artist— but you have no temperament. “We were good friends in Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared. “Nigel is like all men,” Lady Lescelles continued. A slow horror was dawning in his fixed eyes. ” “I don’t know who you are,” Ennison said quietly, “but you are a thundering liar. I offered him a hundred to watch Spurlock.
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