‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. All at once it came to him what a fool he was to worry over this phase which was wholly suppositional. The commissionaire smiled. A widow for the fourth time, Mrs. A delicate flush of colour streamed into her cheeks.
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