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THE FALSE FACES
this way and that, his hand closing upon that little bunch of keys in his pocket, his humour lawless.
For the name inscribed on that card which Mr. Blensop had so carelessly dropped was one to fill Lanyard with consuming anxiety for better acquaintance with its present wearer.
Written in pencil, with all the individual angularity of French chirography, the name was André Duchemin.
