82 She was putting a manuscript away, gingerly locking its heavy tooled cover, but it was a huge, awkward tome. “I don’t know how to prove myself to you, John. I want to give you time to think. Sydney Courtlaw, live here, please?” Anna asked him. ” She found it difficult to begin thinking, and indeed she was anything but clear what it was she had to think about. net Transcribers Note: Obvious typesetter errors from the original corrected in this etext. Directly he saw Anna he accosted her. I know nothing about this affair, but some one has been burning documents. The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate. Anna sat with the face of a Sphinx— waiting. He's now in spring-ankle warehouse with Sir Rowland Trenchard. What had actually beaten him was not to have known if someone had picked up his trail.
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