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Even now she could trace the outline of his shape behind the left-hand curtain. The sun was setting in spectacular multicolored streams beyond Whitefield Park. The man looked closely at Anna as she crossed the footway, and as he held her skirt from the wheel he pressed something into her hand. If ever the denouement came—if ever the Hand reached him—Ruth would then understand why he had rebuffed all her tender advances. ’ The smile vanished. “I HAVE—had one or two talks with him, daddy. “My name,” Anna replied calmly, “is certainly Pellissier, but I repeat that I do not know you.
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