‘Jacques!’ He stopped, but he did not turn. Cathy stood in the bedroom hallway in her faded blue bathrobe. "She is here," cried Jack, darting forward. She had recourse to the torn off strip of petticoat again, and blowing her nose with an air of determination, sniffed back the tears. “Fancy stabbing a man for jealousy!” she thought. “Please, Michelle, let’s not fight.
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