‘No sense in snooping about down here,’ Gerald whispered. I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry. What was the old tabby at? Unaccountably embarrassed, he cleared his throat. He had just arrived from Manchester, whence he had been summoned by that treacherous thief-taker.
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