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     'I beg your pardon,' he said,  his face darkening. ' Would  you excuse
us for a minute? I should like a word or two with my friend.'
     'Oh, with  pleasure!  ' exclaimed  the stranger. ' It's so delightful
sitting here under the trees and I'm  not in a hurry to  go anywhere,  as it
happens.'
     'Look  here, Misha,'  whispered the  poet  when he had drawn  Berlioz
aside.  ' He's not just a foreign tourist, he's a spy. He's a Russian emigre
and he's trying to catch  us  out. Ask him for his papers  and then he'll go
away . . .'
     'Do you  think  we should? ' whispered Berlioz anxiously,  thinking to


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