‘You cannot read my mind at all, monsieur. "'T is he!" he mentally ejaculated. ‘Eh bien, I will tell you. ‘I know you, Gerald. I must not let you go again. I want to give you time to think. That’s why he was so annoyed, you know. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. She is my only family. Sir Rowland is one of us," he added, winking at his companions, "and so was his brother-in-law, Sir Cecil Trafford. Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses. If you were ten years younger, you'd have me wondering. The Dawn Pearl. I shall start at the bottom.
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