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216 “Please, get dressed. Lucy heard a stir, but if Dawn Plote were to arise and come into the room, it could only mean two murders tonight. Kneebone helped to the pigeon-pie; while Thames unwired and uncorked a bottle of stout Carnarvonshire ale. My goodness gracious. This hand consigned him to destruction, but another was stretched forth to save him. The splendid voices sang on from phase to phase of love’s unfolding, the ship drove across the sea to the beating rhythm of the rowers. The advanced guard rode on to drive away any opposition, while the main body of the procession crossed the bridge, and slowly toiled up Holborn Hill.
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