‘Could she have been a spy, after all?’ ‘Oh, she’s not a spy,’ Gerald answered, almost absently. . A cat came and rubbed herself against him as he entered the house, and seemed by her mewing to ask him for food. He drew her to him with his hands upon her waist. There was granite in her face and agate in her eyes. I shall count it a privilege. It was her distinctive test of an emotional state, its interference with a kindly normal digestion. “If you say so, my pet.
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