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The sharp point of the sword at the
girl’s throat bit sideways. ’
‘Dieu du ciel,’ burst from mademoiselle as she jumped up. But Ann Veronica had still to get to her
chief topic. “I shall have to give up biology, anyhow. "
After all those former bitter failures, this cup was sweet, even if there was the
flavour of irony. Living’s just material. Knives were worse, especially when you were stabbed
back and left traces of your own blood at the crime scene. Not many years ago, two men, employed on this duty, quarrelled
during the night, and in the morning their bodies were found stretched upon the
pavement of the yard beneath. Michelle sat on her bed,
which emanated scents of powdered laundry detergent
and Sweet Honesty perfume.
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