He looked at his friend. “What night will you dine and go to the theatre with me?—and how about Hurlingham on Saturday?” Anna shook her head. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. Annabel turned on the electric light and made her way into the sitting-room. “In it lies the secret poison he used to turn you into an Oracle.
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