’ Miss Froxfield regarded him in some interest. “You did your best to kill me,” he said. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf. \" He commented heartily, wiping the sweat from his brow with his hand. ‘Who kills who?’ ‘Rot in hell,’ he snarled, panting, and managed to push himself forward and leap off the dais, running for the safety of the far aisle by the wall. ’ A derisive snort greeted this passage. “I will not intrude upon you further.
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