” They entered the place, a pleasant little café of the sort to be met with in the outlying parts of Paris. "Ha! say you so? You must be looked to. Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their pockethandkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too profoundly moved to see the absurdity of the position. Her eyes flashed. She laid her hand upon his arm. The spy—if there was one hiding out in the late Jarvis Remenham’s empty house—would be taken unawares. She wasn’t sure of herself when she said it.
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