Then Capes flittered to the hearthrug and poked the fire, stood up, and turned about. Anything that drew attention to her must be avoided. He found himself growing hoarse yelling over the music, but it also situated him to lean towards her to put his hand on her ear to aid her hearing. He was still thickly clad in jeans. She wanted to turn him. Somebody to whom she would be necessary, who for days would have to depend upon her for the needs of life. ‘Beg pardon, sir?’ asked the sergeant, evidently mystified. The rainstorm, short-lived, began to subside. You did not say a word about it last week, nor have you written. Ho-hum! CHAPTER IX The Hong-Kong packet lay alongside the warehouse frontage. Through her door curtain she could see the light from the study lamp. They were familiar but more massive.
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