The spy—if there was one hiding out in the late Jarvis Remenham’s empty house—would be taken unawares. She did not think for one moment what interpretation he might put upon the word “lover. But she did not listen long; she wanted to talk. She spent a very disagreeable afternoon and evening—it was raining fast outside, and she had very unwisely left her soundest pair of boots in the boothole of her father’s house in Morningside Park—thinking over the economic situation and planning a course of action. He sat with folded arms and knitted brows, thinking intently. Come close to me, and let me hold your hand, dear. He is probably very wealthy. I told the soldier how he must go by the passage, and he found it and brought it here.
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