’ She sighed. She had already killed more than she wanted to count, yet she had counted them still. Don’t touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. At the sight of her he became rigid and a singularly bright shade of pink. ‘Parbleu, do you think he will run away? He has a bullet inside him, and it must be taken out. Kneebone nodded. ’ To Gerald’s relief, the entrance of the butler interrupted them, relieving him of the necessity to explain himself. Ann Veronica watched her face, vaguely sympathizing with her, vaguely disliking her physical insufficiency and her convulsive movements, and the fine eyebrows were knit with a faint perplexity. He regretted now that in his idle hours he hadn't hunted up one against the rainy day.
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