‘Monsieur, my wife intended not to anger you,’ he said in a tone of apology. Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. A pair of startled blue eyes looked up into his. I’ve got to stay at home and remain in a state of suspended animation. He removed his cigarette from his lips and waved it gently in the air. They turned the corner that joined Michelle's street to her own.
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