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Valade, who was standing by
her chair, glancing around the packed pink-papered saloon with a heavy frown
on his face, was a thickset man of coarse, reddened feature, with a discontented
air. But leave me here in my home, child, I will disintegrate if
I am exposed. No one spoke to her. It always
comes out sooner or later. . ”
“Well, he was presumptuous,” Annabel remarked, “and he wasn’t nice about it. "How would you like a job on a copra plantation?" he asked, irrelevantly to the
thoughts crowding one another in his mind. She mounted the stairs of the theatrical agent’s
office with very much less than her usual buoyancy, nor did she find much
encouragement in the general appearance of the room into which she was shown. On the day he carried the manuscript to Copeley's he brought back a packet of
letters, magazines, and newspapers. Just as he reached them, the Comte de St Erme drew Valade a
little apart and began to converse with him in rapid French. Such was
the simple code that displayed itself in all his thoughts. That Mr.
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