“You’re fine, aren’t you?” Hillgarth asked, eyeing me severely. I could have said no, that I was still feeling weak and disoriented, I could have pretended that I still hadn’t recovered from the effects of the apparent faint. But I knew he wouldn’t believe me. And rightly so. “Perfectly,” I replied. “Does he know anything?” he asked, referring to my father’s awareness of my collaboration with the English. “Not a thing.” “Keep it that way. And don’t even think of allowing yourself to be seen with your face uncovered on the way out,” he commanded. “Lie down on the back seat of the car and remain
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