He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. ’ Triumph soared in Gerald’s chest. Both the fugitive and his chasers embarked on the Thames. My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter.
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