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But this might be merely a figurative mode of describing his customary vigilance. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. ToC The tragical affair at Dollis Hill, it need scarcely be said, was a dreadful blow to the family. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. “I will go,” he said.
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