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Hugh Grenfell smiled beneath his disguise. Even Alice had signally failed to recognise him. Not in the smallest degree did he suggest the man she loved, but he was the man, and that sufficed. She clung tightly to him, as if determined to detain him by her for evermore.
"But is this not exceedingly rash of you?" she asked.