The floor was strewn with screws, nails, fragments of wood and stone, and across the passage lay the heavy iron fillet. ‘Oh, Marthe,’ she groaned, using in her accustomed way the French version of her nurse’s name, ‘that pig is going to monsieur le baron. Guns were impossible. Diane did not hear the footsteps on her brick patio or the audible click of the back door lock being compromised. I do not care in the least.
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