Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. There were no evidences of any struggle, no overturned chairs or disarranged furniture. She barely heard a word that Martin or Brown said, until Martin’s voice chimed. Master, your humble servant. "I should like to know where Mr. ‘Is she the Frenchie we’ve been watching for then, sir?’ The lady’s furious features turned on this new target. He touched it again, and this time it was not withdrawn. He passed his arm under that of the constable, and drew him aside.
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