There was only one idea in his head now—to batter and bruise and crush this weakling, then cast him at the feet of his love-lorn wife. I had no idea even that she was a friend of yours. ’ ‘Who’s bleeding to death?’ demanded Trodger. “Why don’t you?” “Well, it might mean rather a row. ’ She waved towards a handy table to one side which was piled high with so many volumes, it looked in imminent danger of crashing to the floor. Her family are solid West End people, Kensington people. . I'll wait for you down here. Her acrid rose perfume oil that hung in the air that smelled like a head shop, her V. ‘She is constantly thinking of you,’ I said.
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