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Portrait of Valentine Williams Valentine Williams The Man with the Clubfoot — Chapter 16 (1918)

Francis did not once interrupt the flow of my narrative. He listened with the most tense interest but with a growing concern which betrayed itself clearly on his face. At the end of my story, I silently handed to him the half of the stolen letter I had seized from Clubfoot at the Hotel Esplanade.
"Keep it, Francis," I said. "It's safer with a respectable waiter like you than with a hunted outcast like myself!"
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Portrait of Valentine Williams Valentine Williams The Man with the Clubfoot — Chapter 16 (1918)

All through my wanderings, I had kept this forest in the back of my head as a region which must offer facilities for slipping unobserved across the frontier. Now I learnt from Francis that he had spent months in the vicinity of Cleves, and I was not surprised to find, when I outlined this plan to him, that he knew the Reichswald pretty well.
"It'll be none too easy to get across through the forest," he said doubtfully, "it's very closely patrolled, but I do know of one place where we could lie pretty snug for a day or two waiting for a chance to make a dash.
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Portrait of Valentine Williams Valentine Williams The Man with the Clubfoot — Chapter 16 (1918)

Francis linked his arm in mine.
"And now, Des," he said in his old affectionate way, "tell me some more about Monica!"
Out of that talk germinated in my head the only plan that seemed to offer us a chance of escape. I was quite prepared to believe Francis when he declared that the frontier was at present impassable: if the vigilance had been increased before it would be redoubled now that I had again eluded Clubfoot. We should, therefore, have to find some cover where we could lie doggo until the excitement passed.
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