"Arundel Stairs," replied Wood, "the nearest point to Wych Street. " "You have extradition papers?" "What sort of a detective do you think I am?" countered O'Higgins. She heard the ocean in the distance, waves crashing on the beach, high tide. She leaned forward, her chin in her palms, her elbows on her knees, and she set her gaze upon his face and kept it there in dreamy contemplation. He had no wish to drag the footman out of his way, once he had got his questions answered. " After some further arguments, Jack assented to this proposal. ‘Laisse-moi!’ Impatience swamped him.
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