"Yale? Why, so am I. ” There was a strange look in her face, the look of a frightened child. She recognized him as the man who had blundered into the wrong room. The houses on Snow Hill were thronged, like those in Old Bailey. Rhea writhed and scuttled about like a crab. Unless it was a jewel or locket of some kind.
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