. Wood, you shan't lord it over me, I can promise you. The image did not move. She frowned and gripped her hands about her knees very tightly. Get a license—just an idea of mine. ‘And so you sneak back,’ she threw at him, ‘like the jackal that you are. The poor child! What frightful things she must have seen on that island of hers! The noise of crashing glass caused a diversion; and Ruth turned gratefully toward the sound. I killed him, Nigel.
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