A snarl contorted his features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall. He was always forgetting that his tummy was fifty-four years old. The colour slowly left her cheeks, the lines of her mouth hardened. “You shall drive home with me in a hansom, if you will. Very well.
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