She detected that the young officer’s shoulders tensed whenever she moved in the back of his 94 car. ’ ‘Comment? You wish to murder me?’ ‘No, I wish to beat you,’ he retorted. Help—should she need it—from the natives was out of the question. “I propose,” Sir John said, “that we pay for our dinner—which we haven’t had— tip the garçon a sovereign, and take a cab to the Ritz. “Dreadful women, my dear!” said Miss Stanley.
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