“You will be so good as to leave us your correct name and address, mademoiselle,” he said curtly. A lean young man in spectacles pursued her for some time, crying “Courage! Courage!” Somebody threw a dab of mud at her, and some of it got down her neck. Manning might go on now idealizing her as much as he liked. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood. " "But I'm a poor man. Perhaps that was the reason that they both remained standing.
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