Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door. ‘When you say it like this, certainly it appears absurd. ‘But a spy I am not. And then the fetters, which were still upon his legs:—how was he to get rid of them? Tired and dispirited, he still wandered on. “Please go and see that—nothing happens,” she pleaded. ‘Eh bien, does that mean that you will do it again?’ ‘Not if I can help it,’ Gerald uttered, alarmed. But that doesn’t alter the fact that there IS innocence. To simplify matters, he carried a coloured paper lantern upon which his license number was painted in Arabic numerals.
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