How the deuce did I ever manage to father such a brainless nincompoop? A nun, for God’s sake! A confounded Catholic nun. I don’t want to get old or to watch my kids get married or retire. She had even confided to him how lonely it was in the island. She struggled against it quite uselessly. She turned into the study, sat down at the table and fingered the pencils, curiously stirred. ‘Do you think because you’ve managed to pull a gun on me—not to mention several daggers and a vicious little knife— that you can get away with it against a man who means business?’ ‘Do you think that the trigger I would not have pulled, or stuck the dagger into you, if you had not been as you are?’ she countered. You can trust me, Anna.
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