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She stole a few glances at John as she stood and played the pieces. She thrust at him, following, almost spitting him as he crashed against the altar, rocking the huge candlesticks and the vessels that stood on it. If hate could kill, Ramage would have been killed by a flash of hate. Not with the unavoidable explanations, and the need to secrete the sword and hide it before returning the priest’s horse to its stable—which had been her excuse for running from Martha’s protestations. But something instinctive prevented that, and with the finest resolve not to be “silly” and prudish she found that whenever he became at all bold in this matter she became severely scientific and impersonal, almost entomological indeed, in her method; she killed every remark as he made it and pinned it out for examination. Anna leaned back with half closed eyes. "You have uttered a wilful and deliberate falsehood in asserting that I have murdered Thames, for whom you well know I would lay down my life. ’ ‘Of course I am, imbecile,’ she snapped, unconsciously echoing her greatniece. "You must make a bold push. "When I am dead you will learn it.
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