“Won’t you give me your address?” She shook her head. “Can you not understand? It is of no use your taking my identity and all the burden of my iniquities upon your dear shoulders if I am to be recognized the moment I show my face in London. The spy—if there was one hiding out in the late Jarvis Remenham’s empty house—would be taken unawares. At times he seemed to be claiming pity from her; at times he was threatening her with her check and exposure; at times he was boasting of his inflexible will, and how, in the end, he always got what he wanted. E. He was continually dramatizing the future, anticipating the singular role he had elected to play. .
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