“I’ve plenty of pals,” he said, “who, when they’ve been doing Paris on the Q. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it. You’re trespassing again, and I’ve come to arrest you,’ Gerald said promptly. ‘I am not French in the least, bête. We will beg our bread and our shelter, and our passage on a boat. But on this matter my mind is quite made up.
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