‘But a spy I am not. " There had never been, from that fatal hour eight months gone down to this, the inclination to confess. What else was there lurked in shadows and deep places; if in some mood of reverie it came out into the light, it was presently overwhelmed and hustled back again into hiding. Then he sensed the trap. She knew that I cared for her, she had admitted that she cared for me.
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