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I mean to say, really, I am near to developing a neurosis – is there anyone around who doesn’t want to study or kill me?”Floote raised a tentative hand.”Ah, yes, thank you, Floote.””There is also Mrs Tunstell, madam,” he offered hopefully, is if Ivy were some kind of consolation prize.”I notice you don’t mention my fair-weather husband.””I suspect, at this moment, madam, he probably wants to kill you.”Alexia couldn’t help smiling. “Good point.
