The kindly faced landlady had failed to catch his name, and said he was a tall, handsome gentleman with a great black mustache. Return to him, I say—" "I can't," replied Jack, doggedly. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. You will have to tell me. Yet every now and then, during the progress of the meal, his attention apparently wandered, and leaning forward he glanced covertly at Anna with a curious mixture of expressions on his face. " "What proof have you that I am?"—was the return bolt.
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