As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back. “You were really at Moulton House,” she exclaimed penitently. Yes. Wood became sensible that he was not alone. ’ She sipped at the liquid in her glass, but her eyes remained fixed, rather unnervingly, on Gerald. Entranced, he stared at the name. Now he lay there, a doubled-up mass, with ugly distorted features, and a dark wet stain dripping slowly on to the carpet. ’ ‘Yes, she duped me finely,’ agreed Gerald.
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