Secret Adversary by Agatha Christie
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wouldn't like me!"
"Rich relations?" Again Tommy shook his head. "Oh, Tommy, not even a great-aunt?" "I've got an old uncle who's more or less rolling, but he's no good." "Why not?" "Wanted to adopt me once. I refused." "I think I remember hearing about it," said Tuppence slowly. "You refused because of your mother----" Tommy flushed. "Yes, it would have been a bit rough on the mater. As you know, I was all she had. Old boy hated her--wanted to get me away from her. Just a bit of spite." "Your mother's dead, isn't she?" said Tuppence gently. Tommy nodded. Tuppence's large grey eyes looked misty. |
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