“He dissembles,” he said. “It is not that. His destination was the New Mint. The children made us slaves, and the men took advantage of it. I am certainly no ghost. She forced herself not to think of John. But—but how?’ ‘Can you write?’ Gerald asked, digging into one of his capacious pockets and bringing out a leather ring purse.
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