’ ‘By all means,’ agreed Lucy at once, and ignoring the automatic protest that issued from Roding’s lips, she threw a command over her shoulder as she turned to go. The train, meantime, had passed Marylebone Lane, when it again paused for a moment, at Jack's request, near the door of a public-house called the City of Oxford. It was wonderful. She dressed quickly, pulling on white jeans and a red tee shirt. She had narrowly escaped Martin in Orchestra class, who had been wrapped up discussing a new piece of his with Mr. Missy is into the witchcraft stuff, Wicca, nothing bad or anything.
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