" "I liked that, too," she replied; "but it wasn't that I had in mind. I could tell it was Italian, you see. The little pucker in her brows became more perceptible. ‘What are you, a nincompoop? She was Nicholas’s wife, of course. She hoped that he would at long last remember his young male pride. "I'll place it to your account, Sir Rowland," answered the thief-taker, smiling significantly. I feel years younger, a man again. "What did you do?" he asked, in a broken voice. ’ To be sure there was a way. ‘Just what I was going to tell you, miss.
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