The knife is at my breast. ‘I said you were sympathique,’ she told him. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. F. ’ ‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield.
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