" Silence. All of us were fussy, colicky babies from what she tells me. Give him this letter, child, and bid him take it to the Lodge at Newgate without loss of time. Puffy blue curtains dressed every oakstained window. "At the Black Lion in our street," replied Jack, without hesitation. . Even on cool days the gardens were colorful and bright, with orange trees emanating sweetness and bumblebees drunkenly weaving from flower to flower.
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