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"I'll go to her directly," said Wood, bustling towards the door. Prom a knot of idlers at a public-house, he learnt that Jonathan Wild had just ridden past, and that his setters were scouring the country in every direction. ” “Nice clean hardness, anyhow. He found himself thinking up all the psychology which he had ever read. Nice lady. ” Mike knocked on the thin core door that sealed her and Shari’s bedroom from the outside world. This is your moment. Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door.
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