Her mind turned to her own future, the endless trickle of years. But that bridge was more remarkable than any the metropolis now possesses. Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running from his cut hand. ‘I thought, you see, that we might as well enter by the same way our intruder had done. Tell Lucy about the time you were nine years old and blew up the house, John.
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