“Did you—did you really think that they would take you for a Frenchman?” she exclaimed. The door crashed back against the wall inside and both men hurtled into the room, weapons at the ready—and stopped dead. Yeah, I’m thirty-seven. He took his seat at the table, but leaned forward to address her. Not a bad man as men go, but he would sell whisky and gin. That a longing of hers should be realized in this strange fashion was difficult to believe: it vaguely suggested something of a trap.
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