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‘Do not look at me so,’ he snapped. In each pause she could sense his growing trepidation. Your husband could have told you that. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. They must see the prisoner at the hatch. I figured it would hurt your feelings if you knew I still talked to him, so I kept my mouth shut. " "I will be there," answered Trenchard, gloomily.
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