‘A spitfire, ain’t she, sir?’ Roding ignored this. ” “You are jealous,” she declared contemptuously. She stole her glances sideways like the rest of the women. A murmur ran through the assemblage, by several of whom Jack was recognised. Each arm of the blouse had the faintest of rings around the elbow, a stain that looked familiar.
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