Figg," said Jack. “Really, Sir John,” she said, “I don’t know how to thank you. I forget the particulars, but I know it was something very disagreeable. When she awoke she felt as if she were adrift on a soft cloud through a golden sky. What had she so nearly said? She had almost spoken a name—and quickly withdrawn it. A sound sleeper, she was not roused by the creaky openings and closings of drawers as Lucy packed a single duffle bag with underwear and soap that was pilfered from a multipack of Zest in the Beck’s downstairs bathroom. Jonathan looked in that direction, and beheld the fugitives riding off in triumph.
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