‘Beg pardon, miss, but I’m told as how—’ She broke off, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping open. Then for a time she forgot the Fadden affair altogether. All through that brief but measureless space of time during which wonder kept him silent, as fear did her, she cowered there, a limp helpless object. So she said: “I won’t come home. ” Tears flowed down her face. ” “Then, whoever he may be, he is not Meysey Hill,” Courtlaw said.
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