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That it provided proof of the girl’s
identity was one thing. ‘It is nothing at all of the kind. ”
She laughed gaily. “She found my collection of witchcraft books under
my bed and threw them away. ‘It does not matter, Jacques. Hot coffee and cakes were sent in to them in the
morning by some intelligent sympathizer, or she would have starved all day. “I know. ”
She marked an hotel that seemed neither opulent nor odd in a little side street
opening on the Embankment, made up her mind with an effort, and, returning by
Hungerford Bridge to Waterloo, took a cab to this chosen refuge with her two
pieces of luggage. ‘You make me talk, you make me
talk. “This is all very well,” she said, “but two out of the three are rank deserters—
and if the papers tell the truth the third is as bad. She’s a
snob. Beyond was a field sloping steeply upwards, and at the top a small
pine plantation. The lips were straight and
pale, the chin aggressive, the nose indomitable.
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