“I’m just off, aunt,” said Ann Veronica. Whoever chose to incur the risk of so doing might enter the Mint at any hour; but no one was suffered to depart without giving a satisfactory account of himself, or producing a pass from the Master. “Who can tell?” she said. There is only Gerald to see me, after all. She would flee to the wild fastnesses, the places where there were no overarching systems of any use, where she could blend with the unstable populace and kill in relative peace. 13 Montague Street.
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