" "It wasn't the fumes of whisky that toppled him out of his chair. He did not look up, so he did not know that in her other hand she held a glass of wine. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. "Ay, murder him, if you like the term," returned Wild. Upon my word, Anna,” she declared, with a strange little laugh, “you are a thousand times more like me as I was two months ago than I am myself. But it seemed that their presence was not even suspected. Presently he caught her puzzled glance, and recollected himself, turning on the charm again.
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