’ ‘Gracious heaven, Gerald! If your dear mama could not drag you to the altar, I am hardly likely to succeed. At last, after a long rumbling journey in a stuffy windowless van, she reached Canongate Prison—for Holloway had its quota already. ToC As soon as he was liberated by his persecutors, Mr. Spurling; "they're both here. Shrinking involuntarily back into the farthest corner of the seat, Jack buried his face in his hands. ’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his own face.
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