Jackson smiled and put on the air of a man who knows more than he cares to tell. She could still smell the now familiar scent of him on the girl's body in the makeshift grave. She was emerging from the primordial as Spurlock was declining toward it. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. Her anger died and she eyed him.
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