" "Ha!" exclaimed Jack, drawing in his breath, and leaning forward with intense curiosity. Her stomach growled, and she clutched at it in reaction, haphazardly observing that the gown had been changed to silk. ‘A spitfire, ain’t she, sir?’ Roding ignored this. Come into the parlour, Winifred, and dry your eyes directly, or I'll send you to bed. ‘Just what I was going to tell you, miss. Keep your eye upon the lad. She could neither speak nor move nor cry out.
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