” “Perhaps you remember me, Miss Pellissier,” the second young man interposed. She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated. The two aunts of these young ladies lived for many years in the dower house upon my estate in Hampshire. “Shit!” John quickly countered, “What are you going to do? She’s a motor-mouth, Lucy, of the worst kind. ‘Not kill me, I mean.
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