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Jeremiah Jackson and Mr. Gerald was conscious of that sliver of irritation again at mention of the name. As she looked in this direction, the thief-taker raised his eyes—those gray, blood-thirsty eyes!—their glare froze the life-blood in her veins. 13 Montague Street. She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. “Let me know the truth.
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