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“Now I suppose Brendon understands exactly what you mean,” he remarked. You’d better not have all the money on you; you had better open a small account in the postoffice and draw it out a fiver at a time. It was impossible to meet the motion bodily. She fought a compulsive urge to yank his shirt free. Very well. “What made you marry him? What made you leave Paris without a word to any one? What made you and your sister exchange identities?” “There is one answer to all those questions, Nigel,” she said, with a nervous little shudder. "But she is saying something to me! What is it?" The hotel manager, who spoke Cantonese with facility, interpreted. And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band.
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