”
Lucy became livid with rage. ‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’
‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice. I must apologize, I
suppose, for speaking to you, but your appearance certainly indicated that you
were in some sort of trouble, and you were becoming—pardon me—an object of
comment to the passers-by. "
He ignored the command. Wood among them?" asked Jack, eagerly. 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. That's slang, meaning you're splendid. Deny me, if you please. He
looked just like John Wayne in a cowboy movie, his eyes
narrow and squinting, except his hair was long, unruly,
and jet black.
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