You’d better not have all the money on you; you had better open a small account in the postoffice and draw it out a fiver at a time. Chapter XXIV A CASE FOR THE POLICE After that first horrible moment it was perhaps Anna who was the more selfpossessed. Oh, the beautiful books! Romance, adventure, love stories! She gathered up the books in her arms and cuddled them, as a mother might have cuddled a child. "Not my king's," returned Wood. “I’m damned if I’ll believe it,” he muttered to himself savagely. But to choose this of all moments. “You are very kind,” she said hesitatingly, “but I don’t remember—I don’t think that I know you, do I?” “I am afraid that you do not,” he admitted, with a smile which he meant to be encouraging. Spurling, drily. "Indeed!" replied the knight, drawing his sword, "the secret, villain, or I will force it from you. Out of these he selected a faded parchment and restored the rest to safety.
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