CHAPTER XXIV. The watcher's intake of breath was sibilant. She washed her face twice after making smudgy eyeshadow and lipstick errors. "There's only one way out of the muddle, that I can see. The Robbery in Willesden Church. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise. As he looked up at the massive tower, the clock tolled forth the hour of midnight. He grasped Lucilla’s elbow.
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