Then fury claimed her and she could no longer pretend. His manner was deferential, even eager. She was conscious of a ceaseless undercurrent of sound—the guttural Chinese tongue. ’ Baring his teeth in a smile of triumph that was every bit an animal snarl, and leaping up onto the seat of the pew he was in, he jumped hazardously to the next. “Stop this—this humbugging,” he explained. And don’t tell me what you’ve been up to, dashing off to Remenham House with that Kimble lad, and Lord knows what besides, because I don’t want to know.
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