The Prison Padre Sigismondi Luigi's Hospitality Fate's Final Word Dawn Comes Shadows Go Fate Smiles at Last ILLUSTRATIONS "I know now that you are a gentleman," she said simply "You saved the boy!" she said, in a quick, panting whisper "Mademoiselle, I am Sergeant Perinaud" She gripped the protecting hand between her fingers THE PURSUIT CHAPTER I THE LADY OF THE PIER It was not the muleteer's shove, slight but significant though it was, which produced John Aylmer's shrug of irritation. His resentment was directed at himself. He realized that he had been guilty of a gaucherie. For thirty seconds he had been standing halted in the main street of Tangier, a rock of obstruction to all the rabble traffic which passes between the Bab al Marsa and the Bab al Sôk, staring at—what? At a pretty woman. He reddened under his tan. The muleteer's shoulder had displaced him for purely practical reasons,
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