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"I hope you'll believe that I've not. Must I be gloomy?"
"How do you know Fritzing's here?"
"Why everybody knows that."
"Everybody?" There was an astonished pause. "How do you know we're
here--here, in Creeper Cottage?"
"Creeper Cottage is it? I didn't know it had a name. Do you have so
many earwigs?"
"How did you know we were in Symford?"
"Why everybody knows that."
Priscilla was silent. Again she felt she was being awakened from a
dream.
"I've met quite a lot of interesting people since I saw you last," he
said. "At least, they interested me because they all knew you."
"Knew me?"
"Knew you and that old scound--the excellent Fritzing. There's an
extremely pleasant policeman, for instance, in Kunitz--"
"Oh," said Priscilla, starting and turning red. She could not think of
that policeman without crisping her fingers.
"He and I are intimate friends. And there's a most intelligent
person--really a most helpful, obliging person--who came with you from
Dover to Ullerton."
"With us?"
"I found the conversation, too, of the ostler at the Ullerton Arms of
immense interest.
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