I am not prying for my own amusement. He did not speak for a moment. Heaven alone knows why. Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes. You know not what a wretched guilty thing I am. ” She paused. ” The detective thrust his notebook into his pocket.
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