I've foiled him hitherto, and will foil him yet. He helped himself to a beer, then a vodka and tonic, then two rum and Cokes. Then he sat down again in a chair and said that people who wrote novels ought to be strung up. ‘Not kill me, I mean. With a finger crooked in his side-pocket, she measured her step with his, her senses still dizzy from the echo of the magic sounds. It was maddening to be made to feel that he was in any way the inferior of this cool, self-possessed young woman, whose eyes seemed for a moment to scintillate with scorn. His arm closed in around her middle and she was caught. Lucy collapsed to the floor in a sob. Perhaps she would have to charge this man and appear in a police-court next day.
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