He disappeared into its thick doors like a magician’s rabbit. "Yes, your son, Madam. He played variations on this theme for the better part of an hour. ‘Could she have been a spy, after all?’ ‘Oh, she’s not a spy,’ Gerald answered, almost absently. He too looked at the girl, slackened his pace and looked at her again through his eye-glasses, looked over his shoulder after he had passed, and finally came to a dead stop.
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