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” “I may come a little way, then?” he begged. Cheveney strolled up, a pipe in his mouth. " "Willingly. Then to the Feathers, in Drury Lane. From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. They had heard nothing, seen nothing. She read for half an hour, then closed the book because Spurlock appeared to have fallen asleep. But she had not reckoned with the etiquette of Canongate. ‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her.
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