Had he had the child to think of, he might have recovered from his grief at Mary’s death. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. Ruth met him in the hall as he was following his family into the dining room. Its dreariness, like the filthiness of the police cell, was a discovery for her. “In private.
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