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Ray did not pace, he just stood. Hang the wench! Roding was right. The vengeance of the assailants did not stop here. She discovered him sitting upon the floor beside his open trunk. As the carpenter's gaze wandered over this scene of devastation, his attention was drawn by Mrs. ‘Dolt! Muttonheaded oaf! Why the deuce couldn’t he have sent you home?’ Valade cut in at that. Asking her way once or twice, she passed along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly.
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