She let go of him and stood up, straightening herself. Seems Enschede's daughter ran away and left him, and he's combing the islands in search of her. She seemed to think he was merely the paymaster, handing over the means of her freedom. Could you come to tea at my rooms one afternoon, or would you dine with me somewhere, and do a theatre? We could have a private room, of course, if you do not wish to be seen about London, and a box at the theatre. Beneath that tree let us lie. That is what I must do. " The spinster had no retort to offer such directness. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. ” She had not, she reflected, remembered how prominent his eyes were.
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