As she approached the corner of the Avenue the blond, no-hatted man in gray flannels appeared. By the thief-taker's command, the boat was then rowed toward a muddy inlet, which has received in more recent times the name of Execution Dock. ” She said, studying his face, which seemed to lose its childishness a little more with each day. John moved closer to her, getting up from his roost by one bench, he joined her at the bench where she sat. ’ Gerald seized on this. “Would you mind calling that hansom for me?” He looked at it critically and shook his head.
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