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Chapter Three
Captain Hilary Roding listened with only half an ear to the long-winded report
being given by Sergeant Trodger, his idle gaze wandering over the congested
traffic of Piccadilly and the many pedestrians weaving a hazardous path through
it. You are French?"
"No. Sheppard, again arresting his departure. “I am a fool,” he said. Of course, I don't believe she's what
you would call flush. If
hopeless love for her made me a robber, it has also saved me many a crime. "
"Mad as you are, you're the more sensible of the two, I must say," rejoined
Jonathan. You are—or rather you were——” he corrected
himself with an unpleasant little laugh, “Miss Pellissier, eh?”
A little sensation followed upon his words.
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