"Leave the room," interposed Kneebone, angrily. She owed the nun a great deal, including her command of English, for no one else thought to ensure she could speak her mother tongue. Lord Charvill champed upon an invisible bit for a moment or two, closing the gap between himself and the girl, and muttering the name to himself in an overwrought sort of way. She was a little paler than when she had come to London, a little paler and a little thinner. She threw him his car keys. "One of us has got to die," he panted.
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