“Who do you think cares for your children as you dally with my husband, Clotilde?” Lucy asked. McClintock, striking a match to relight his cigar, broke the spell. “Hello? She’s like, your girlfriend, not mine. “I know you very well by sight, Sir John. And how could I come home—when he locks me in rooms and all that?” “I do wish this wasn’t going on,” said Miss Stanley, after a pause. She looked at the suitcase sadly and stashed it underneath her bed. The stairs were outside but they had been covered with a thin plastic roof. As a rule their comings and goings were discussed with perfect confidence, but on this occasion they both felt that there was intent in her silence as to her destination.
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