’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his own face. Where the devil have you hidden all those weapons? Don’t tell me you’ve got ’em with you. She had taken care he should have this momentous talk with her on a garden-seat commanded by the windows of the house.
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