So, at least, thought one of two persons who were seated together in a small back-parlour of the house at Dollis Hill. Nobody will ever know what the fleas thought. Women and men had always flocked to him, covetous of his knowledge, his riches, and if all else failed, his carnal expertise. A faint gleam of returning colour gave her at once a more natural appearance. No doubt she was wondering what he had done in Charvill’s house and what he intended now. ‘Certainly this is true,’ she managed. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners. I do, however. ‘Now let’s have it.
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