“Tell me,” she insisted, “why you look like that. To her mind, recalling the picture of him the night before, there had been something tragic in the grim silent manner of his tippling. A brief feeling of empathy with Pottiswick passed through him. You would steal from me then the only man I ever cared a snap of the fingers about. "She has no secrets from me.
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