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The Interrogation
The InterrogationSawbuck stood behind me; I ran right into him. “I’m sorry, mum,” he said. “But I did warn you what might happen.” I turned towards Tony and his cousin Blitz. The two didn’t appear alike except for their smiles, but neither were smiling now. “Mrs. Spadros, I came to see you,” Tony said, “but instead, I find this girl wearing your dress. Who’s this girl? Why’s she wearing your dress?” Madame said, “I told you, Monsieur Spadros. This is Tenni; she’s under my protection. An orphan. I made this dress for her.” “Don’t lie to me, Madame. Don’t you think I know my own wife’s clothing?” Tony grabbed Tenni’s arm, jerking her to her feet. “This ripped at the waist when my wife and I lay together before her maid undressed her — a maid who raised me.” He let go of Tenni, who slumpe
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