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He paid the cab, and turned to follow her. And in the vestry was the sword of monsieur le major. “To Paris! But why? What do you hope to discover there?” “I do not know,” he answered, “but I am going to see David Courtlaw. And no ill-chances. And yet the moment I am safely out of the way you are content to dress yourself in my rags, to go and get yourself popular and admired and successful, all on my reputation. In this spy theory, however, he had no faith whatsoever. Very romantic and all that. Eyebrows knitting, she looked towards the ground a few feet away from him, guiltily. "I fear we're too late," he whispered to Thames.
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