The books would be soaked and ruined in the rain anyway through the thin skin of the pack. When you send for me I shall come back. ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. ‘Don’t look at me like that,’ Martha begged.
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