Spurlock knew that somewhere along the way he would write a story worth while. Vexation at his folly in suffering himself to be thus entrapped kept Wood for a short time silent. He’s really hot. ‘I am saying so,’ protested Gerald mildly. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. To his relief, she nodded. The lady had disappeared. The ruffled chemise-front under the wide lapels of her waistcoat and jacket no longer quivered, and her pose, with the full cloth petticoat spreading about her, was relaxed.
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