Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. Hill sat up on the pavement and mopped the blood from his cheek. “I shot him. “Why should one pretend?” she whispered. ‘It is London’s loss, ma’am. “I hope you’re satisfied. It is positively hateful to think of it. ’ ‘I am afraid that there is,’ Gerald told her evenly. I love him!" She was weak and dizzy: from horror as much as from physical exertion.
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