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Her sense followed the shoulders under his coat, down to where his flexible, sensitive-looking hand rested lightly upon the table. “Go on!” “You know—in Paris they coupled my name with some one’s—an Englishman’s. . Mac—the old gossip—knew about everything going on in that part of the world; and if Enschede was anything up to the picture the girl had drawn, McClintock would have heard of him, naturally. E. ” There was a moment’s silence. Almost at once she had comprehended that she was expected to write down her name and address, which she did, in slanting cobwebby lettering, perhaps a trifle laboriously. "Enschede!" he called.
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