He pulled on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse logo, his brown socks, and shoes. “Life—things—I don’t think her prospects now—Hopeful outlook. ‘What, and miss getting myself murdered?’ ‘She said she wouldn’t murder you. Shall we say at half-past seven?” She rose from her chair. "I didn't think you'd been so easily fooled, Joan. But, egad! I believe he will.
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