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I’m the sort of dog, if you turn it out of the
room it lies down on the mat at the door. ‘And why not?’
‘Because,’ Gerald said matter of factly, ‘convent-bred jeune demoiselles do
not commonly know how to handle either pistols or daggers. . I am tired, and I want to be
alone. ”
“Do you?”
“We were great friends at school. William Kneebone was a woollen-draper of "credit and renown," whose
place of business was held at the sign of the Angel (for, in those days, every shop
had its sign), opposite Saint Clement's church in the Strand. But it means no end of
a row. Top-side insurance people. I'm sorry. Lead, worth nothing at all until Hoddy picked them up; then
they became full of magic.
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