Uncle Bernac - A Memory of the Empire by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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'Did you meet anyone there?' he asked eagerly. 'No.' 'Stand back a little from the door. This is a wild place, and the times are troublous. A man must take some precautions.' I took a few steps back, and he then opened the door sufficiently to allow his head to come through. He said nothing, but he looked at me for a long time in a very searching manner. 'What is your name?' 'Louis Laval,' said I, thinking that it might sound less dangerous in this plebeian form. 'Whither are you going?' 'I wish to reach some shelter.' 'You are from England?' 'I am from the coast.' He shook his head slowly to show me how little my replies had satisfied him. 'You cannot come in here,' said he. |
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