She looked up and said, a little breathlessly, “I’m sorry, aunt, but I don’t think I can. ’ ‘Success?’ Her eyes narrowed. ‘And if it was not for that imbecile of a Gérard, who has put his soldiers to watch for me, it would not need that I make it. All through that brief but measureless space of time during which wonder kept him silent, as fear did her, she cowered there, a limp helpless object. So, very carefully, he raised her in his arms and carried her to her bed. Then to Martin's brandy-shop, in Fleet Street. Spurlock knew that somewhere along the way he would write a story worth while.
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