" "Write him," urged Spurlock, finding speech. They sat in the windowed booth at the restaurant across from each other. Wood's cries: but, regardless of this, he darted along a passage, gained the shop, and passed through an open door into the street. “But—your people!” she gasped. ‘Who’d believe me? And I’d have to tell my part in it all, too.
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