“I noticed him call her attention to us as we passed down the room,” he answered. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. We'll have some fun down there at my place, Spurlock; but we'll probably bore your wife to death. It’s Italian. Gerald’s thoughts raced as he reached out supporting hands and murmured meaningless phrases to soothe. He struck out from the shoulder, and the man measured his length upon the pavement.
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