She felt he was going to say something more—something still more personal and intimate. ‘Beg pardon, sir?’ asked the sergeant, evidently mystified. “Tell me his name,” he said, “and I promise that he shall never trouble you. Until then we mean to keep on hammering away. Pearls too! I mean it. ” She wondered how much history she could reinvent before losing track of her own lies. Annabel had been here then.
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