’ Her breath tightened and she was obliged to control an inner ferocity. Wood turned to look at him. “Did she? I’m sorry, Mike. ’ Joan nodded, her face still averted. A dreamy sense of content crept over him. I don't know what you have done; I don't want to know now. ’ ‘Precisely.
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