James Figg was the most perfect master of self-defence of his day. “I’m ready,” said Ann Veronica, closing her microscope-box with a click, and looking for one brief instant up the laboratory. The elusive Jane tapped her on the shoulder after class. “I don’t suppose you’ll be able to do it much,” said Ann Veronica. He was a London man of business, spending a small legacy in Paris. "Put it under my pillow," he said. Perhaps an hour passed before she laid aside the book. ’ She released the pistol which lay in her lap and gestured expressively with her hands. The place pulsed with music too loud to converse above.
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