No doubt he knew enough of his world to recognise that he stood little chance against the word of a major of militia. “We’ll go to a place where we can have a private room,” he said. Occasionally he would lean back and stare at the window which gave upon the sea. I wonder if he really wants me to go home. And I’ve read, and thought, and guessed, and looked—until MY innocence—it’s smirched.
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