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"But we must be getting along if we are to lunch in the tower of the water-clock. Sir Rowland then fell. “So Cheveney was her friend, you think, eh?” he remarked. His face changed and she saw, with a stab at her heart, the dawning of irritation in his eyes. She attacked me with a carving-knife, and, when I had disarmed her, the jade bit off a couple of fingers from my left hand. ‘She? Sa femme? That is the game then? That she could dare to take my place, that salope. A dreamy sense of content crept over him.
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