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What of Gosse, whom those soldiers had allowed to escape? Hiding—or perhaps gone. There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. At this time of universal havoc and despair,—when all London quaked at the voice of the storm,—the carpenter, who was exposed to its utmost fury, fared better than might have been anticipated. He had his sections of the Siegfried map folded in his pocket, and he squatted up with his legs crossed like an Indian idol while she lay prone beside him and followed every movement of his indicatory finger. “I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how old I look? Fifteen. I did not want anything made smooth and easy for me. “Rummy lot we are!” said Roddy. “I should really like to find somewhere to stay, if it was only for a few nights.
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