I undid his coat, and I took it from his pocket. ” “Does she have to sell her soul to the Devil?” Lucy asked, feeling stupid. ” He paced the room for a minute or two restlessly. She had made a bed for herself out of wood and furs. She did not forge a note. ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green.
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