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He displayed a quite unprofessional vein of mysticism in the matter. Perhaps some
one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek
with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands. He was
caressing an idea. Find them at Remenham
House—if you can. —I do not congratulate you on your success. ’
‘She’s as clothheaded as you,’ Roding retorted, but he slipped an arm about
the lady’s waist and gave her a quick squeeze. ’
Jack blinked. ’
‘I would have done, only you threatened to blow off my head,’ Gerald
reminded her, laughing. The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in
Southwark. Into this hole in the wall and out of it the native stream flowed from
sunrise to sunset, when the stream mysteriously ceased.
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