‘Now then, my lad, you’re under arrest you are. Without turning or looking in his direction she leaned forwards, her head supported upon her fingers, her elbows upon her knees. Kicked out of there for something shady. I made the pies. I deemed it more prudent to send him to the Dark House than to bring him here, in case of any search after him by his adoptive father—the carpenter Wood. He looked melancholy enough, it is true. It was hard to resist. It was better even than the hymn-singing. Take care of yourselves, gentlemen, and your governor will take care of you. ‘How is this? Proo-den-ss. But he seized the chance to entrap her fingers, fan and all, and look deeply into her eyes.
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