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He’d borne mention of the woman’s name. ’ ‘That’s right,’ agreed the militiaman, coming forward to stand before her. The unexpected twist—his disclosure to McClintock—had given Spurlock but temporary relief. . He donned his winter coat. But how to avail himself of it was the question, for in his present garb he was sure to be recognised. . His vicious abusiveness vanished. ‘Parbleu,’ came indignantly from the lady. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. To-night all London believes that he was your husband. One cannot expect that soldiers can be sympathique to one they believe may be a French spy.
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