She was afraid people would follow her, she was afraid of the dark, open doorways she passed, and afraid of the blazes of light; she was afraid to be alone, and she knew not what it was she feared. As she crossed the square, almost within a stone’s throw of her lodgings, she came face to face with Courtlaw. ” “So it would have been at the English Embassy,” Courtlaw answered, “but the place to which you went was not the English Embassy. Then with an indescribable relief her feet were on the pavement, and she was being urged along by two policemen, who were gripping her wrists in an irresistible expert manner. A man came out, and walking recklessly, almost cannoned into Ennison. " A deep indignant groan followed. Her mouth was an effective tourniquet.
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