176 “No, it’s very good. She said you HAD some money. But if he speaks—I fear what he may tell. After some time, the scuffle grew more and more distant, until nothing could be heard. He was tender with her as he had not been in years. ‘Never trust a gun in female hands,’ grumbled Hilary, dropping the nun’s habit and backing to join his friend. She struggled not to be afraid. "Your wife?" "His lawful wife," said Ruth, with fine dignity. It depresses one, you know. Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone. But at length, there was a click, and with a swish, the panel of painted books swung outward from the wall.
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