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But there was no sign from her. “I should imagine,” he said, shaking out a copy of The Times, “that it is your brain which is addled. “Yes, I have heard of him, and I know him by sight,” he admitted. ‘And you come to me, thinking yourself half French, and expect me to take you in. Yet you can look Cheveney in the face and declare that you do not know him. When they were going home she asked her mother why she and Gwen and Alice had cried. The soldiers! They must not find her here. He yielded his place and struck instead with his tongue. She had arranged for a supper of tea, a boiled egg, and some tinned peaches. With the usual precautions, Austin then departed.
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