” “Why did you tell me? I thought—I thought we were going to be friends. “Where are we going?” Lucy asked desperately as Michelle began to twitch with greater frequency. Jack Kimble stiffened, looking at his interrogator with wary anger in his face. “Shit!” John quickly countered, “What are you going to do? She’s a motor-mouth, Lucy, of the worst kind. I deemed it more prudent to send him to the Dark House than to bring him here, in case of any search after him by his adoptive father—the carpenter Wood. Accordingly, having given Wood such directions as he thought necessary for his guidance, and received a handsome gratuity in return for his services, he departed. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it. After I took the bills it was too late to turn back. He reached the top floor and ran down the corridor to the little dressing room at the end where he had lost her before.
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