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The evenings were beginning to draw out, and it would not be dark for an hour. He had the appearance of a man who has known no rest for many nights. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. The air might be cool, but half an hour without head-gear was an invitation to sunstroke. . I suppose this is the sort of damned rubbish—” “Oh! Ssh, Peter!” cried Miss Stanley. Who were you looking for tonight? One of the émigrés? There were several in there. He was perhaps forty-five years of age. You don't want me to spoil the story, do you?" "No. For a few moments, Thames regarded the little girl through the half-opened door in silence. \" He piped up.
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