“You needn’t be worried,” she said quietly. Inside was the blue stone she had lost in the 1800’s. Only her ungloved fingers, and the arms in their long tight sleeves as she held the heavy gun aloft, bore any sign of stiffness. Neither would she allow herself to feel guilty nor would she allow him to find a way into the house. “I’d rather go as a chorus-girl,” she said. "But I give no information gratis!" "Speak, then," said Rowland, placing money in his hand.
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