On the way, he hired a chair with a couple of stout porters, and ordered them to follow him. Thames said not another word, but marched boldly towards him, and seized him by the collar. Lucy kicked her side, then her wounded leg, dislodging her. "What motive have you for concealment?" he demanded. Taking the wind was her business in life.
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