And, come what will, I'll balk him of the satisfaction of hanging me. It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. “A little touchy this evening, aren’t we, Missy?” Michelle chided her friend. There was no need to be afraid for me. I’ve never seen her quite so sure of herself. Hill again—alive. And don’t talk until we’re well out of earshot. Caution forced her to speak calmly. "Here's the door.
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