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Hill lost a little of his truculency. ‘Um—begging your pardon, sir, but—um—what was you meaning to arrest the young lady for?’ ‘Trespassing, theft, and suspicion of spying,’ announced Roding fluently. A silver necklace enhanced the dusky beauty of her neck. Her situation was perplexing her very much, and the Widgett atmosphere was lax and sympathetic, and provocative of discussion. Perhaps I've been mad all these years; I don't know. ‘Don’t concern yourself, Hilary.
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