Mrs. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. The struggle had dislodged the white wimple, which was evidently too large for her, and her black hair broke free, whirling like a whiplash about her head as her hands curled into fists, coming up to beat at his chest, her little teeth bared for attack. You’re a little late, you must remember, and we are punctual people here. He was a shy boy outwardly but she knew him better in his thoughts, in which perhaps she had already taken upon the role of lover. And, also, she wanted to borrow that money.
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