The Pawns Count by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim
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more dangerous to our hearts than to our heads."
She made a little grimace and turned away, holding out her hand to a new arrival--a tall, broad-shouldered man, with a strong, cold face and keen, grey eyes, aggressive even behind his gold-rimmed spectacles. There was a queer change in his face as his eyes met Pamela's. He seemed suddenly to become more human. His pleasure at seeing her was certainly more than the usual transatlantic politeness. "Mr. Fischer," she exclaimed, "they are saying hard things about our country! Please protect me." He bowed over her fingers. Then he looked up. His tone was impressive. "If I thought that you needed protection, Miss Van Teyl--" "Well, I can assure you that I do," she interrupted, laughing. "You know my friends, don't you?" "I think I have that pleasure," the American replied, shaking hands with Lutchester and Holderness. "Now we'll get an independent opinion," the former observed, pointing to the wall. "We were discussing that notice, Mr. Fischer. You're almost as much a Londoner as a New Yorker. What do you think?--is it superfluous or not?" Fischer read it out and smiled. "Well," he admitted, "in America we don't lay much store by that sort |
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