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‘I don’t think you need do that, Melusine—if I may call you so. Deep
silences came between them. Someone, it appeared, was trying to profit from that fact. And I want you for myself—for
my wife. Immediately he was gone, she
regretted that she had not followed. . Much to her annoyance, therefore, Winifred was left alone with the woollendraper, who following up a maxim of his own, "that nothing was gained by too
much bashfulness," determined to profit by the opportunity. ‘Don’t concern yourself. ”
Ann Veronica meditated over that phrase. ‘Why do you stand there? Take him up, and bring him out
at once. ’
‘Gammon,’ interrupted Hilary scornfully. I’m sorry. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann
Veronica. Beyond the hatch, an angle,
formed by a projection in the wall of some three or four feet, served to hide a
door conducting to the interior of the prison.
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