Brendon told him the name of a distant restaurant and sprang in by her side. Or he would find something—a wave in her hair, a little line in the contour of her brow or neck, that made an exquisite discovery. I don’t know. The one I have is a duplicate. They were now in a sort of cellar, at one end of which was a door. As he hesitated, unable to make up his mind what to do for the best, a heavy rumbling on the cobbles penetrated his absorption. Until then we mean to keep on hammering away. "I have one inquiry more to make of you, Sir," said the stranger, as soon as he had conquered his displeasure, "and I will then trouble you no further.
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