” Sir John looked at her sideways. I had not seen the courtyard in many years and I was happy to dream of those times. He hesitated. “Not a bit. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast. I deemed it more prudent to send him to the Dark House than to bring him here, in case of any search after him by his adoptive father—the carpenter Wood.
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