" "What gives you that idea?" "Well, we could find no letter of credit, no letters, no labels in his clothes—not a single clew to his real identity. Jack affected to close the door, but left it slightly ajar. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. “Dear old Daddy,” she said, “he’ll make a fearful fuss. “How have you been, my dear? Up to no good, I see. Sir Montacute had three children—two daughters and yourself. “But your hair,” he gasped. Sebastian drew over to her and lifted her chin from her chest. Not up here, I think.
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