“John,” she said, “I can spare you that question. At last, she breathed. Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles. “Ferringhall, were you or were you not dining last night at a certain restaurant in the Boulevard des Italiennes with—la petite Pellissier?” Now indeed Sir John was moved. For the first time that day, she was finally able to look into his face.
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