"No, monsieur." "Why not?" The girl hesitated. "I think--they are my own people. You have spied upon them. They are quite right to keep you here." "They're a bad lot, Annette. If you'll help me, I'll take you away from the lot of them. And you'd probably get a good whack of money." But the girl merely shook her head. "I dare not, monsieur; I am afraid of them." She turned away.
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