His hand fell lightly to her chest where her heart was 211 beating, almost tenderly. ‘Quickly! You must get up. ’ It took several frustrating moments, working at the protrusions of the carving down the side of the bookshelves, tugging at leaves, pushing at flowers. Lights glimmered in the windows of the different houses; and a lamp-lighter was running from post to post on his way to Snow Hill.
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