"How shall I get to you?" "My yacht is in the river. Straitened circumstances would not have mattered; a mother would have managed somehow. Either that or some other person also obtained admission here and shot him, and that person is either still upon the premises or escaped without your notice. The night was now profoundly dark. Thames unfolded the drawing, smoothed out its creases, and beheld a portrait of himself. Pain sliced into Gerald’s hand and his sword arm jerked.
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