’ ‘She’s as clothheaded as you,’ Roding retorted, but he slipped an arm about the lady’s waist and gave her a quick squeeze. “It’s a way of avoiding explanations. She had arranged for a supper of tea, a boiled egg, and some tinned peaches. All he will say is that she said so—as if anyone could believe a word the girl said. There was some justification for her annoyance, for negotiation of the secret passage demanded either a stout heart, or a desperate one. It may be, it probably will all come to, nothing. It had been discussed in silence.
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