Where the devil have you hidden all those weapons? Don’t tell me you’ve got ’em with you. “Because I hate you!” She spat. The thought passed through his mind even as he started to cross the terrace at a jogtrot, moving to head her off. The whole affair interested him deeply. Taking the wind was her business in life. If he died, here in this hotel, who would care? Or if she died, who would care? A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of trying to forget.
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