‘What would you do in Valade’s place?’ ‘You mean, knowing that the girl was here and liable to queer my pitch?’ ‘Precisely. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. " So saying, he sprang, with a bound like that of a tiger-cat, against the throat of the woollen-draper. “Well, well, Martin. But the general was turning on him, the hint of emotion wiped from his lined features.
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