He glanced at Miss Klegg again, and spoke quickly and furtively, with eager eyes on Ann Veronica’s face. Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses. I've destroyed my only chance. “Are we interrupting anything?” “No!” Martin jumped slightly. Fate! You are so frank so splendid! “I’m taking this calmly now,” he said, almost as if he apologized, “because I’m a little stunned. “Maybe I should have stayed home. I’m not mad that he has eyes for you instead of me, not mad at all. "Lost no time on the road—eh!—I didn't expect you till to-morrow at the earliest. The joke of it is that he’s married to her now, and cuts me dead. “You ARE a female thing at bottom,” he admitted. Her heavy pistol came up again, although she did not rise. Courtlaw,” she remarked. He thought for a moment, and went on: “Love is something that has to be taken care of. .
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