Spurlock had better stick to the bungalow. “Who’s your violin teacher?” He asked. There was no sense in creating further difficulties for herself by arguing with the sergeant over her identity. “Serves you right if I’d cracked your skull. I didn’t! I didn’t! After all—” For a time her mind ran on daintiness and its defensive restraints as though it was the one desirable thing. He was reaching wearily for some kind of buffer to his harrying conscience. He was suddenly calm.
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