He had found her in a communicative mood, and he used the accumulated skill of years in turning that to account. “You wish me to stay?” he asked, in a low tone. ’ ‘A pox on the creature,’ swore Mrs Sindlesham, clenching and unclenching her stiff fingers. I shall have to discover one suitable.
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