“I suppose he’s frightfully clever,” said Miss Klegg. She colored faintly. She was instinctively aware of him as she had been of Julian. Hang the wench! Roding was right. So, at least, thought one of two persons who were seated together in a small back-parlour of the house at Dollis Hill. Blueskin and the Minters were dragging Wood to the pump.
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