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must have carried to Dave. Finally, as if he understood something for the first time, he swelled up, then relaxed and let his head droop to his arms on the table. Jonathan talked louder and louder, and Evelyn was almost shrieking now. For a while I thought it was all on account of our going.
At that time it came to me in small bits which made no sense—what they were saying out there. Afterward I understood it well. It is that I tell you now—not exactly what disjointed phrases came to me at the time, but the completed conversation as time and after-events made it.
They had talked about those past days between them before Dave came home, the joy and the sorrow of them.
Now she was telling—had told—Jon all—all that she had made me swear to keep secret.
She knew the strange man who had looked in the door—and the signs he made. He was an officer of the Knights. He had seen that Dave, who was thought to be Mallory, was not
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