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She looked from Anna, who was far too nice-looking to be travelling about alone, to that reassuring pile of luggage, and wrinkled her brows thoughtfully. He laid down the knife, and fixed a searching and distrustful gaze upon the writer, who continued his task, unconscious of anything having happened. Yes, yes; that was all very well in ordinary cases; but yonder was a soul in travail, if ever she had seen one. Capes had the gift of easy, unaffected writing, coupled with very clear and logical thinking, and to follow his written thought gave her the sensation of cutting things with a perfectly new, perfectly sharp knife. She responded as he slipped his hands under her sweater. ‘And you come to me, thinking yourself half French, and expect me to take you in.
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