He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his shoulder. Her motherly features creased into anxious wrinkles. "The pocket-book you prigged contained the letters I wanted. “No, I’m fine. ‘You do not believe me?’ ‘I do not. ’ ‘That is what you thought of me. ” He dared, his nostrils flaring.
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