’ The girl glanced up the road and turned back, annoyance in her face. Still, he was puzzled because McClintock had not spoken. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. ” “Of course,” he said, reaching out his hand tentatively for his hat, “I could go away even now. They knew they were all Bogey in disguise. There was something very wrong. ” Anna laid down her serviette. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts.
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