The houses overhung in a frightful manner, and looked as if the next gust would precipitate them into the river. It was obvious that he had waited for her. 175 “Before you tell me the whole story,” she emphasized the penultimate word, “just let me do something for you. I know my son's voice too well. He just wants to get laid. My house is the next door to the Cooper's Arms, in the Old Bailey, opposite Newgate. She had never imagined life was half so sinister as it looked to her in the beginning of these investigations. She laughed.
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