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‘Why not a French flag?’ ‘Because I don’t believe that fool Pottiswick could tell French from Arabic, even if he heard it as he says he did—which I take leave to doubt. He had an air of having told her a deep, personal secret. You have to see her to understand. When she came to herself, she found that her brother had quitted the room, leaving her to the care of a female attendant. ’ Martha frowned. The manager stared at the empty doorway for a space, shrugged, and returned to his ledgers. She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated. “I don’t suppose you’ll be able to do it much,” said Ann Veronica. His progress, however, was checked by loud acclamations, announcing the arrival of the Master of the Mint and his train. A dressing-room then. The kindly faced landlady had failed to catch his name, and said he was a tall, handsome gentleman with a great black mustache. And now her father said she must not go. It would not have interested him in the least to learn that the tub ran on two powers—wind and oil.
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