From her stomacher, to which it was attached by a multitude of glittering steel chains, depended an immense turnip-shaped watch, in a pinchbeck case. “Well, I don’t know,” she said thoughtfully. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control.
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