Wood had retired to his own room, where he had just summoned Thames. He taught her about crowds, which men were the evilest, how to locate and dispose society’s garbage. Whenever Jack attempted to speak, he was checked by an angry growl from Abraham; and Thames, though his heart was full almost to bursting, felt no inclination to break the silence. Don’t touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. He propped himself up on one arm, kissing her passionately. His shoulders relaxed and his gaze wavered. "Yes; he'll suspect nothing.
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