” He rowed a stroke and watched the swirl of water from his oar broaden and die away. Sampans with fish and fruit and vegetables swarmed about, while overhead gulls wheeled and swooped and circled. “Promise me that you’ll never tell another living soul, John. ’ ‘All the way to England?’ She opened wide eyes. ’ He sat looking her over in silence for a moment or two, his thoughts revolving around the name and the way it fitted so exquisitely on quite another set of features. "And now, shall we proceed to Queenhithe?" "Stay!" cried the other, taking a chair, "a word with you, Mr. And, now, to find a messenger.
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