‘I dropped the lantern,’ Jack’s muffled voice told her. “You were there, were you?” He laughed a little impatiently. ” A momentary bitterness crept into Anna’s tone. Here, Caliban, attend to the door, and keep the wicket locked till I return. Like appendicitis.
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