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But I said I wouldn't drive a hard bargain with you, and I won't. ” Lucy blinked from the winter sunlight and reached behind herself to yank at her hood. “Well, you know. Covering his face with a crape mask, and taking the candle from his associate, Jack entered the room; and, pistol in hand, stepped up to the bed, and approached the light to the eyes of the sleepers. There was no broken faith—not even any question of anything of the sort. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. Brendon’s had an awful stroke of luck. I hate children.
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