She wanted air—and the distraction of having moving and changing things about her. "What are you waiting for?" asked Jack, impatiently. “I’m covered. That is why you came here, isn’t it?’ ‘Alors, now we know who is the spy, Monsieur Gérard. ” He stood before her, his hat in his hand, his head bent, his voice lowered to a convenient pitch. "I haven't offended you?"—not contritely but curiously.
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