‘Lord,’ he uttered, glancing about with a disparaging eye. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. He put it carefully aside, resolved to defer the attempt till night. The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods. ’ Speeding down the two flights of stairs, Gerald mentally thanked God that it was the practice of himself and Roding—in case of emergency, of which this was a prime example—to stable their horses at the posting inns all the way to London. What do you think, Annabel?” “I don’t think they would,” she admitted. 8. Give me the books.
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