They drove up into Paris in an open fiacre with a soft cool wind blowing in their faces, hand in hand beneath the rug. "You are, Sir," thundered Jonathan; "and, unless you find him, you shan't hold your place a week. Perhaps the old fool was not as fanciful as they had thought. I'll engage to get the job done by six. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. The idea of this sudden reluctance was elusive; the fact was evident but not the reason for it. Her head felt absurdly like one of those noddling manikins in the Hong-Kong curio-shops.
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