But I don’t want to. A snarl contorted his features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall. Brendon told him the name of a distant restaurant and sprang in by her side. Telling the porter that he would attend to the house himself, he bade him go in search of Jack Sheppard. G'night, kids.
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