” She yelled. She was standing before a window, against the background of the rain-burdened April sky. They sell only their talents, not their bodies; they are not girls of the street. " "Your secret?" demanded Trenchard, impatiently. " "On no account," rejoined Wood peremptorily. I heard rumours of it in Paris, and the place since then has been closed. As it is, we've only a couple of ducks—and they were intended for you. And then came the vile experience of being forced and borne along the street to the police-station. It was difficult to get right. CHAPTER III.
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