It has all been a mistake. She went to a dramatic agent, and he turned out to be the one who had heard me sing in Paris. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. You should have a dog.
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