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Wish SHE”—he indicated Miss Klegg’s back with a nod—“was at the bottom of the sea. " "Perhaps I read of it somewhere. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it. Spurlock. Or shall I ask Colonel Anson for a few hints?” “For Heaven’s sake no,” she declared. Melusine recognised the burly form of Captain Roding’s sergeant. McClintock laughed as he gave the letter to Ruth. It is you who took my name, not I yours. ‘What are you, a nincompoop? She was Nicholas’s wife, of course.
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