But he had now lost the precise spot; and thinking he had examined the drain, turned his attention to another quarter. She wondered if he was already tired of her, if he would rudely push her away as one would a prostitute. “How’s the star?” John’s father asked. ’ She inclined her head, looking up at him through her lashes, and passing a tongue lightly over her lips. It was still raining heavily, and profoundly dark. More strange stories were told of it than of any other house in London.
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