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The natural gaiety of the place seemed to have affected them both. His head bent down, intent on kissing her underneath the showerhead. There is not a soul in the inn but ourselves. “If only Sir John were not Sir John I would ask you to come and have some supper. Nevertheless, Sir John had the look of a man who was enjoying himself. He handed her a cheque for thirty-one pounds, ten shillings, and read the agreement through to her. Starting off at a rapid pace, Jack dashed down Turnagain-lane, skirted the eastern bank of Fleet-ditch, crossed Holborn Bridge, and began to ascend the neighbouring hill. I’ll do it. But I'm sure it's important.
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