’ Kimble frowned direfully, staring at the weapon with its gold hilt and decorative pattern down the blade. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. Miss Miniver looked over her glasses at her friend almost balefully. ’ Tears sprang to Melusine’s own eyes, and she clasped the hand she held more tightly. He then made a sort of running noose, passed it over her body, and taking firmly hold of the bars, prepared to guide her descent.
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