“Sure, are you sure you’re okay?” He exited off the highway onto a quiet road and pulled over. Ennison too, always handsome and debonnair, seemed transported out of his calm self. Stanley, standing on the hearthrug with his back to the unlit gas-fire. ‘You have the means to take up your rightful place. Of all the entirely English women I know, you’re the only one with a French accent. ’ ‘A French ghost?’ ‘Well, it ain’t a rat this time, Major, I can promise you that,’ Pottiswick had rejoined, his tone affronted. Part of his head was swathed in linen bandages. " He did not pause to consider how she had learned that he had imagination; he comprehended only the direct challenge.
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