His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. ’ It was the Press who forced the identity upon me. ’ At this, the fellow Valade burst into unwise speech. “But—your people!” she gasped. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips.
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