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It was an intimate smell, the unmistakable scent of him and another woman. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked. In the northwest angle, there was a small pen for female offenders, and, on the south, a more commodious enclosure appropriated to the master-debtors and strangers. ” She glanced out of the window, and the distant trees were a froth of hard spring green and almond blossom. It took a deal of thought to cast a comprehensive cable, for it had to include where Spurlock was, what he was doing, and the fact that O'Higgins's letter of credit would not now carry him and Spurlock to San Francisco. ‘Certainly this is true,’ she managed. That she was provoked by his interference was obvious. " Still the voice was without emotion; calm, colourless. He suddenly became eloquent and plausible. ” He dabbed with his paper-weight again, and spoke in an entirely indifferent tone.
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