The telegram dispatched, his obligation cancelled, Ah Cum proceeded homeward, chuckling occasionally. “Well?” she said. She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. ’ ‘Yes, but in fact you’ve offered me far more entertainment than any French spy could have done. But I don’t care; I haven’t a spark of shame. A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. CHAPTER XXXI. You make yourself charming for help. It was a letter. Let me lie in Willesden churchyard. 1.
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