A snarl contorted his features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall. She turned back into the hall. ‘Good. Sheppard, if you please, Ma'am," interrupted the lad; "I allow nobody to call me Jack. Even now she could trace the outline of his shape behind the left-hand curtain. Her heart in her mouth, she heard his foot scrape on the floorboard and knew from his expression that Gosse had heard it too. Like carpenter, like chips. It made her laugh, which in turn made him laugh. And if this soi-disant Valade had already gone to Monsieur Charvill— ‘Very well,’ she said to Jack without turning round, ‘but now is Wednesday. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control.
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