‘There’s no controlling you, is there?’ He held up his hands. She donned her fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney Toons music barely audible from the television set. ‘You must think me a fool, mademoiselle. "I have killed her," cried Jack. ’ ‘Hadn’t the wit, you mean.
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