” He adjusted his glasses on his nose. ‘Damn you, what’s the matter with you?’ he snapped in frustration. As they passed beneath the thick trees that shade the road to Dollis Hill, the gloom was almost impenetrable. “You heard no pistol-shot?” “None. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. She shrank from him as he gripped her hand more forcibly. He was all alone, too. I want him as my friend. I want my freedom. He'll be able to help us a little now. ‘That’s why I never told Joan Ibstock that you were still with me when I wrote.
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