Chapter Eight For an instant in the silence that followed, shocked into immobility, Melusine stared in horror at the body lying there so still. Her head felt absurdly like one of those noddling manikins in the Hong-Kong curio-shops. "So you did," replied the prize-fighter. And I've made up my mind that a husband ought to believe only half that he hears, and nothing that he sees.
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