’ ‘The word of whom?’ came scoffingly from the pretty lips. He kept his keen eyes steadily fixed on Thames, as if awaiting to be addressed. To be near someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic.
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