” He said, his voice tinged with worry. ‘What a fate he finds for me. And the fact that it was dressed in riding gear had fooled her into thinking it was her own image. Be frank, I beg you, Miss Pellissier. "Bring the light, Nab. ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green.
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