‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. She never had been much of a looker, but she had stopped worrying about such things long ago. He stood still, almost breathless. That was the only sound he heard. ” “You disappoint me,” she said wearily. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. Lucy followed.
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