“Great Scott!” he exclaimed huskily. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. “Miss Pellissier,” he said, “I came here this afternoon hoping particularly to see you for a few moments before you signed that contract. Blank it was, except for a gate near the bridgehead. There was a pint of champagne and a quart of mineral water (both taboo) at his elbow.
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