Even Melusine, armed with special knowledge, and the enthusiastic assistance of Jack Kimble’s strong arm, had taken almost half a day to locate the place. Here and there, a rectangular patch, darker than the rest, showed that some had been removed. ‘The gatehouse? But why must you move him at all?’ ‘Listen, missie. He put down his hat and umbrella, rested his hands on his hips, and regarded Ann Veronica firmly. I don't care how lonesome it is. He uttered a deep groan, but said nothing.
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