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She leaned forward, her chin in her palms, her elbows on her knees, and she set her gaze upon his face and kept it there in dreamy contemplation. At the least, the tales had the ability to make her forget where she was; which was something in their favour. ‘First I must see Jacques, and—’ ‘No need for that,’ intervened Roding, grasping her arm and trying to drag her to the door. Then, when the tension was getting unendurable, and she was on the verge of speaking to some casual passer-by and demanding help, her follower vanished. Such was the simple code that displayed itself in all his thoughts. But I may yet live to thwart them. “Don’t think that I have been playing the spy upon you,” he continued. Spurlock (himself verging upon the hysterical) welcomed the diversion. The light would betray us. As he lay on his back, he fancied himself gradually slipping off the platform. One or two of the tables were occupied by groups of fat frowzy women in flat caps, with rings on their thumbs, and baskets by their sides; and no one who had listened for a single moment to their coarse language and violent abuse of each other, would require to be told they were fish-wives from Billingsgate. Don't you understand? Back among your own again, and only a few of us the wiser.
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