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“But why, Lucy? Who is it 145 that you are trying to hide from? John?” Lucy closed her eyes in earnest. ’ Gerald laughed. “I suppose Paris is very, very distracting. Gerald crossed back to the window. Should it e'er be my lot to ride backwards that way, At the door of the Crown I will certainly stay; I'll summon the landlord—I'll call for the Bowl, And drink a deep draught to the health of my soul! Whatever may hap, I'll taste of the tap, To keep up my spirits when brought to the crap! For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles So well as a draught from the Bowl of St. Do you want me to say anything to him?\" As she suspected, John was connected to everybody.
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