‘Rather thought I’d have to disarm you when you heard of it. Sheila knew that the Eat & Shop on the corner of 53rd and Oleson was a flimsy front for an all-in-the-family whorehouse. Then he took the pulse. ‘But I ain’t been idle, miss, I swear it. She obeyed, extending her arm. Their conversation was conducted in the flash language, and, though unintelligible to Wood, was easily comprehended by this companion, who learnt, to her dismay, that the wounded man had received his hurt from her son, whose courage and dexterity formed the present subject of their discourse. She interrupted. There was a gentle rustling of skirts.
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