" McClintock without further speech strode toward his bungalow; and half an hour later Spurlock, passing, heard the piano-tuning key at work. He patted the hand on his sleeve. For a few minutes, she appeared scarcely sensible of his presence. ‘Oh, peste. His attention drawn, the captain was easily able to make out the pretty features under the feathered hat, and the same dark riding habit the fugitive had worn on that first occasion at Remenham House.
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