His glances were hard to disguise as he scanned her periodically during class. The girl who had just left the room was as great a mystery to him now as on the afternoon when he had met her in Piccadilly and taken her to tea. ‘At me,’ she uttered, holding her own pistol high and aiming it steadily. The evenings were dulcet and soft.
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