Wood in the deepest mourning. She was conscious of a ceaseless undercurrent of sound—the guttural Chinese tongue. She tried to compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm beauty of the surroundings. That was supposed to be Madame Valade. ‘Very well, Kimble. Stanley almost liked Ramage. Nicholas is dead.
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