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“How’d you know it was me?” He looked conspiratorially into the room for hidden informants. But he knew. He gave her one of the sweaty red cans. She won’t be a problem from now on. About many of these houses hung a mysterious taint as of something weakly and commonly and dustily evil; the women who negotiated the rooms looked out through a friendly manner as though it was a mask, with hard, defiant eyes. ’ ‘I was called in, ma’am, to catch a French spy—at least, that is what Pottiswick thought. A crisis had been reached, and she was almost glad it had been reached. Basically a kindly man but made cynical and derisive by sordid contacts, O'Higgins had almost forgotten that there was such a thing as unselfishness.
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