At night she would turn it in her fingers like a rosary bead. ‘She wormed it out of me, the little fiend. ‘A spitfire, ain’t she, sir?’ Roding ignored this. The moviegoers exited the cinema in the customary daze that resulted from two hours of sensory bombardment. "I am coming to the point, Joan.
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