One glance swept across the place and it was immediately apparent that Pottiswick had not, this time, been mistaken. Sometimes it seemed that she would never recover it. He did not know what her game was, although he had a shrewd suspicion that she had been co-opted into it by her supposed husband, the soi-disant Valade. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. ” “You asked your father for a reason!” Miss Miniver repeated.
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