It was just a shabby, stupid, furtive business that began between us. ’ ‘What?’ squeaked Kimble. ’ ‘I’m hanged if I can make out either of you,’ complained Hilary. Supper was quickly served; the oldest bottle of wine was brought from the cellar; the strongest barrel of ale was tapped; but not one of the party could eat or drink—their hearts were too full. He gurgled as if trying to communicate. “Excellent fellow!” he answered a little irrelevantly. Her eyes flashed and she withdrew the dagger, pulling away from him.
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