” She said. “I’ll go. A new inexplicable madness that urged him to shrill ironically the story of his coat—to take it off and fling it at the feet of any stranger who chanced to be nigh. Let us part in peace. " "Rely on me," rejoined Kneebone. ” “You are sure that he asked for me—not for Annabel?” “Certain,” Courtlaw answered. “You remember the man in Paris who used to follow me about—Meysey Hill they called him?” He nodded.
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