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THE FULL OF THE MOON
She was a striking figure as she faced Spiser, passive yet somehow formidable.
"I will keep the señorita company." She stood with her arms folded under her blanket waiting for him to go.
There was nothing else for him to do, so he went with a black look of vengeance, slamming the door behind him.
Nan, now trembling from head to foot, laid both hands upon the woman's shoulders:
"Oh, it was dreadful!" she cried. "God must have sent you!"
The woman shook her head—
"Fritz Poth," she said prosaically.
