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I wouldn't trust a Malay, not if he were reared in the Vatican. Something about the girl had suggested an idea. "I was only commenting. Of all the entirely English women I know, you’re the only one with a French accent. Be so good as to come this way. " And then he added, in an under tone, "Conceal yourself outside, and be within call. His name is Taber?" "Howard Taber. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. How plainly he could see the patch of garden in the summer sunshine and the white hollyhocks nodding above the picket fence! ***** Ruth sat waiting for the half hour, subconsciously. As she neared the bottom of the dip in Piccadilly she saw a woman approaching her from the opposite direction—a tall woman who at the first glance seemed altogether beautiful and fine.
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