The act was mechanical, a bit of sparring for time: his anger was searching about for a new vent. The original passage, Martha had told her, had led only from an upstairs room to one downstairs. ‘As for your dagger—’ She held out her hand palm up, as if she expected him to give her the weapon. “Nigel, don’t you understand.
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