He pulled on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse logo, his brown socks, and shoes. ‘We needn’t murder Lucia. The man who staggers, whose face is flushed, whose attitude is either noisily friendly or truculent, has some chance; liquor bends him eventually. An ill-lined purse is a poor recompense for the risk I have run. He’s the sort of johnny who wouldn’t care about having a sister-in-law on the loose. I want you. Alors, one must steel oneself.
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