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WhenthecabdebouchedagainintoSt。James’Street，Wintongavetheorder:”Quickasyoucan！”Onecouldthinkbettergoingfast！
Alittleredhadcomeintohisbrowncheeks；hiseyesundertheirhalf-drawnlidshadakeenerlight；hislipsweretightlyclosed；
helookedashedidwhenafoxwasbreakingcover。Gypcoulddonowrong，or，ifshecould，hewouldstandbyherinitasamatterofcourse。Buthewasgoingtotakenorisks——makenofrontalattack。
Timeforthatlater，ifnecessary。Hehadbetternervesthanmostpeople，andthatkindofsteelydeterminationandresourcewhichmakesmanyEnglishmenofhisclassformidableinsmalloperations。