’ ‘I presume you were not with her in France?’ Kimble stared. A small handgun bobbed at the end of it, aimed at Sheila. She felt terribly modern, even sporty as the magazines declared you should be. It was just a shabby, stupid, furtive business that began between us. “Don’t they look like a pair of young lovers sleeping off a tryst?” He observed.
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