“Perhaps,” he queried, “you wish to avoid being seen about with any one—er— connected with the profession, under present circumstances. ” He said. He had his sections of the Siegfried map folded in his pocket, and he squatted up with his legs crossed like an Indian idol while she lay prone beside him and followed every movement of his indicatory finger. It reverberated in the silence. The pause lengthened, and he had the satisfaction of seeing despair melt the set mockery of Spurlock's mouth. . ’ ‘Ah.
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