” “But how?” He was, she thought, a little too insistent. The spy—if there was one hiding out in the late Jarvis Remenham’s empty house—would be taken unawares. “He wants to settle something on you, I believe. ’ ‘Indeed, I’m beginning to think so,’ he said ruefully. He seemed safe from the sickness, having been surrounded by the dying, he had witnessed the carnage up close and yet his health still prevailed. There was no broken faith—not even any question of anything of the sort. His head bent down, intent on kissing her underneath the showerhead. On their left the river, with its gloomy pile of buildings on the opposite side, and a huge revolving advertisement throwing its strange reflection upon the black water. You have been her guardian angel.
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