“Number 13, please, cabman. The spy—if there was one hiding out in the late Jarvis Remenham’s empty house—would be taken unawares. "Heaven have mercy on his soul!" ejaculated Wood. “The point is we’re not toys, toys isn’t the word; we’re litter. “—but this cannot be. ’ With pretty imperiousness, she gestured to the bed beside her.
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