His hat was placed upon one pole, his wig on another. It could not be a legal marriage. ’ She edged sideways a little more, her eyes on the pistol in his hand. It is I who am persecuted by the man who calls himself your husband. All the fury had left her, swamped by an inexplicable flood of warmth. “I knew of course that you were at the Montressor’s, but I had no idea that it was a music hall party afterwards. And not a worthy tome in sight. She glanced at him and made a dismissive gesture. He hung over her—he and his loan to her and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting possibility of annoyance and exposure. What news. All this was the work of a minute. ’ ‘What heir?’ ‘Exactly. The ruffled chemise-front under the wide lapels of her waistcoat and jacket no longer quivered, and her pose, with the full cloth petticoat spreading about her, was relaxed. Cahill gave me a hall pass.
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