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His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. "I have not many days,—perhaps, not many hours to live. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. ’ ‘That I do not doubt,’ Gerald muttered drily, but added in a tone of intense satisfaction, ‘Then this husband is still in France? Excellent. I came to the Beck’s house. But we've got to cook up some kind of a story to protect her. Melusine got to her feet and, tucking her shoulder under his arm on the uninjured side, put her arm about him to hold his waist, and thus contrived to take most of his weight. “Why are you so distant? Why all the mystery? What are you, a narc? Double-oh-seven or something?” She steeled herself, refusing to react. Hoddy.
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