“It’s—private. “Would you wait for me?” Manning was silent for a space. Her words, as she said them, seemed to her to mean nothing, and there was so much that struggled for expression. He disappeared into its thick doors like a magician’s rabbit. “Lady Ferringhall, sir. "Tell him that I—his adopted son, Thames Darrell— am detained here by Jonathan Wild.
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