It isn’t. Somewhat alarmed at his appearance, Thames laid his hand upon his sword. Wish SHE”—he indicated Miss Klegg’s back with a nod—“was at the bottom of the sea. “I think you are getting to understand me better. She had a horrible glimpse of the once nice little old lady being also borne stationward, still faintly battling and very muddy—one lock of grayish hair straggling over her neck, her face scared, white, but triumphant.
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