ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. “Surely Lady Ennison would object, even if it were possible. ” The ants seemed to salute in attention. He was beginning to think about her inordinately. I should lose every scrap of independence—even my self-respect.
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