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She looked more than her sixty odd years, in spite of a still lush head of black hair, streaked with a little grey, which was visible under her cap and of immediate interest to Gerald. ‘You cannot mean General Charvill?’ ‘That old martinet?’ exclaimed Roding. All emotions laid hold of him, but none could he stay long enough to analyze it. But a middle-aged man like Ramage ought to know better than to draw out a girl, the daughter of a friend and neighbor. The prostitute’s attack was predictable, typical. “I had no idea that it was so abominably late. "Yes, now," rejoined the infuriated dame; "perhaps, I may never have another opportunity. I know all about it. But how far could he fly on a few hundred? True, he might find a job somewhere; but every footstep from behind…! "Who is she? Where does she come from?" "You mean Miss Enschede?" "Yes. "I've just recollected that my husband left a key with me, which he charged me to give you when I could find an opportunity. " "Understand what?" "You or this girl.
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