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I cannot let you go. “Why can’t you tell people that you are what you are? Why all the secrecy?” She looked beyond the farmhouse. She stood, as it were, directed doorward, with her eyes watching every movement, listening to him, repelled by him and yet dimly understanding. It was his belief that the French had enough troubles of their own in these difficult times without bothering to nose out British business. “Dear old daddy!” she said, and was amazed to find herself shedding tears.
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