’ ‘A French ghost?’ ‘Well, it ain’t a rat this time, Major, I can promise you that,’ Pottiswick had rejoined, his tone affronted. I have one shilling and sevenpence halfpenny left. His energy began to slip away and she sank her teeth into his fat carotid artery below the piano wire, which had drawn blood from his neck. He rolled onto his belly, freeing himself from her hands, pushing her away.
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