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MIRELLE
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Derek Kettering stood motionless.
"You see," purred the dancer, "if you are clever, you have her in the hollow of your hand. You can make things very awkward for her."
"Oh, for God's sake be quiet," cried Kettering. "Shut your cursed mouth!"
Mirelle flung herself down again on the divan with a laugh. Kettering caught up his hat and coat and left the flat, banging the door violently. And still the dancer sat on the divan and laughed softly to herself. She was not displeased with her work.
