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"Heard of your escapes. ” He waved the gun at Lucy who stepped back. ‘He lacked moral fibre, did Nicholas. " "That boy'll never rest till he finds his vay to Bridewell," observed Sharples. She turned the television off. Still —there you are!” He paused. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months.
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