Spurlock bent his head to the rail. She was retuning, fifths spilling from the sliver of light underneath the door like milk. “Anna,” he cried eagerly. Then to the Feathers, in Drury Lane. “G. Hadn’t the stomach to admit the truth, had he? I’ll lay any money he labelled you with some foul French name as well. Go to it.
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