He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. ” “But—” “He left her alone. ’ ‘Comment? You wish to murder me?’ ‘No, I wish to beat you,’ he retorted. Ennison had disappeared. Some of my schemes are already in hand. The girl’s gaze met his in interested inquiry.
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