’ ‘Fancy my old pa thinking you was a French spy. ” “I’ll pay you if I have to work at shirt-making at threepence an hour. ’ ‘You mean I need not have said it? Damnation. ” Her first upward glance was one of terrified apprehension. “Miserable bounder,” he murmured. "I'm your dupe no longer. You sent back my Christmas checks. " He stuffed the printed chintz into her arms and smiled into her eyes. He looked at her, hurt. Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them.
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