‘I can see why you lost your place, young Kimble. “Suppose you call me by my proper name,” she said quietly. As for himself,
there had never been a touch of it. How am I supposed to rent an apartment when I cannot
legally buy cigarettes? I couldn’t use you. To his consternation,
she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel,
with both hands about the butt. E. Wood
scarcely knew where he was. “You shall drive home with me in a hansom, if you will. And turning again, as if the emotions she had
churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there
stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror.
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