“You be off, missie,” said the fatherly policeman. I will be as silent as the grave. The touch of his lips neither thrilled nor alarmed her, because the eyes that looked into hers were clean. The windows were still darkened—perhaps she was not home yet. “Get me some brandy and my bag. "I want you for the job I spoke of a short time ago, Nab," he said. She hadn't meant to ask anything for herself. He buys his own clothes, chooses his own company, makes his own way of living.
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