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" "Why, surely you don't think your guests would steal them," observed Rachel, archly. His breath grew shallower as he approached the room, conscious of the loudness of his hallway-reverberated footfalls. I've been thinking about it ever since morning. She will not confide in me. ” Chapter XXV THE STEEL EDGE OF THE TRUTH The manservant, with his plain black clothes and black tie, had entered the room with a deferential little gesture. Her father’s ideas of expostulation were a little harsh and forcible, and over the claret-colored table-cloth and under the gas chandelier, with his hat and umbrella between them like the mace in Parliament, he and his daughter contrived to have a violent quarrel. Then Manning flopped back in his chair and dropped his chin like a man shot. All this Woman-who-Diddery —no damn good. He must fight the thought continually, day in and day out. "Jack's a desperate fellow, and is always well armed; besides, he has a comrade with him.
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