Then as she lay very still, with her hands clinched and her black hair tumbled about her face, he came still closer and softly kissed the nape of her neck. Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms. His only warning was a gleam of silver in the faint spill of light from the house above. "His wife is still living," returned Kneebone, drily. Do you know, Ann Veronica, it is all a lie about your birth certificate; a forgery—and fooling at that.
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