Earles protested, seating himself before the desk, and dipping his pen in the ink. She, having all the confidence in the world, ripped off an end and drew out the contents—a letter and a check. You are very lovely, Ruth. Ashen blonde, a shade that would never excite the cynical commentary which men applied to certain types of blondes. The door was too strong, and too well secured, to break open,—the walls too thick: but the ceiling,—if he could reach it—there, he doubted not, he could make an outlet. It was so easy to forget the imminent threats of being discovered during times of peace. She had followed a bobbing white hat and gray jacket until she reached the Euston Road corner of Tottenham Court Road, and there, by the name on a bus and the cries of a conductor, she made a guess of her way. For a time she promenaded the room. Here they would be having lunch. Yet her embarrassment was only a passing thing.
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