Wood's ear, whispered, "secret agents from France—you understand—friends to the cause—hem!" "I see,—persons of rank!" Mr. Such pretty manners, she thought. Hitherto she had seen it chiefly in pictures and other works of art, incidentally, and as a thing taken out of life. Finally, at the exit into Regent’s Park, they ran against Miss Klegg. "Not so," replied Jack, throwing down the skreen.
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