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\"If only it worked that way! Oh, it’s just not fair. ’
Gerald was relieved to find the girl did not attempt to run away, but meekly
allowed him to usher her into the spacious and comfortable library which was
his habitual haunt when at home. "You musht do dat shob yourself, Mishter Vild," rejoined Abraham, shaking his
head. Ann Veronica, with a sigh at the cost of
hospitality, made a hasty negotiation for an extra tea and for a fire in the groundfloor apartment, and preened herself carefully for the interview. Her target was a fifty-four year old man who lived with
his mother, an obese neighborhood woman, a widow
named Dawn Plote. ’
‘You are perfectly correct,’ agreed Gerald at once. She felt she was now near her
boy, and, nothing doubting her ability to rescue him from his perilous situation,
she breathed a fervent prayer for his deliverance; and bending her steps towards
the tavern in question, revolved within her mind as she walked along the best
means of accomplishing her purpose.
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