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” Her father’s irony deepened. “Curious case—and sets one thinking. “Yes, I know. “Had the pleasure of dining with you at the ‘Ambassador’s’ one night, before the show, you know—last September I think it was. ” “Say that again, Lucy, so that the rest of them hear it. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. Coffee à la Turque wasn't so bad; but a guy couldn't soak his breakfast toast in it. The door was opened for her by a weary-looking youth in a striped jacket several sizes too large for him. "You shall not pass," cried several of the crowd. He made a quick movement towards her, but she did not flinch. Chapter XXIV A CASE FOR THE POLICE After that first horrible moment it was perhaps Anna who was the more selfpossessed. But I don't understand her; she's over my head. My last foster father in Alabama before the Becks was a heavy drug abuser. .
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