But the free arm of the stranger hit him a flail-like blow on the chest and sent him sprawling into the yielding sand. Not even, it seemed, this interfering monsieur le major. He stood with his hands in his pockets looking at Miss Klegg’s back. Elegant, a little scornful, she leaned slightly against the back of a chair and looked him steadily in the eyes. It is very possible that he will ask you to tell him before witnesses how you received your wound.
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