For a long time he stared at the empty doorway. ‘Don’t rightly know how you make that out, you being a French spy and a prisoner and all. Would you stand by me—and her?” “My dear Nigel!” she exclaimed. ‘Certainly you must have seen her. “Don’t think that I have been playing the spy upon you,” he continued. Having disposed of his steed and swallowed a glass of brandy, without taking any other refreshment, he threw himself on a couch, where he sank at once into a heavy slumber. He stood back, smiling with an air of proprietorship, and looking about him at the business-like equipment of the room.
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