He
looked just like John Wayne in a cowboy movie, his eyes
narrow and squinting, except his hair was long, unruly,
and jet black. Spurlock's vision was oddly of
the past. I'm
nearly nabbing you. Almost the last female to bear the name, too,’ muttered the old lady. ’
‘Had the advantage of her this time,’ Roding put in before Gerald could
respond. CHAPTER XXIV
Spurlock's novel was a tale of regeneration. The concourse
extended along Giltspur Street as far as Smithfield. Kneebone, then, sat down to await the arrival of his expected guest. All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious and
any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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