Tol-de-rol!" As Jack concluded his ditty, the door flew open with a crash, and Thames sprang through the aperture. It had rained during the night, and the patch-work pavement was greasy with mud. But she no longer obsessed over heresy, no longer did she feel cursed by God. " Nothing on land or water was spared by the remorseless gale. ” “Does she have to sell her soul to the Devil?” Lucy asked, feeling stupid. " "Nothing else?" "No.
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