That Capes should love her seemed beyond the compass of her imagination. Anyhow, there was some pleasurable satisfaction in knowing where the quarry would be for the next three weeks. "Let him remain," interposed Trenchard. The ink, contained in a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as it touched the paper. ‘Didn’t mean it, love. I’m fine.
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