They had much to talk about, or rather Miss Prudence had. As he hesitated, unable to make up his mind what to do for the best, a heavy rumbling on the cobbles penetrated his absorption. "Stir a foot, at your peril. For when this Joan said it, I had a memory. But you must promise me not to go near that abandoned hussy at Willesden.
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