"Certainly," replied Jonathan, with the most perfect sangfroid, "I'll undertake to free you from the boy. I don’t think of you as a kid. ‘Odd sort of a nun. “You are coming in, aren’t you, Sydney?” “If I may,” he answered. Suddenly Anna felt her hand seized and imprisoned in Courtlaw’s burning fingers. Nor is Theresa, or even Thérèse. It was as if he could smell it on her.
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