As for Mike’s observations on John’s desires to get laid, it was the pot calling the kettle black. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. Yet she could not bring herself to hate the girl, or even Gianfrancesco, the one who would have sent her to her death more than once. "It is the voice of inspiration," said Thames; "and I receive it as a solemn command.
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