But I do hope, Vee, I do hope—this is the end of these adventures. Sheppard, distractedly. Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes bright. The fanatic has no such word in his vocabulary. He pulled on her shoulder, bringing her mouth to his in a kiss. "Relating to the father of the boy—Thames Darrell," supplied Jonathan. It is difficult to express these things.
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