"My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers. ’ ‘What of your grandfather?’ Her lips parted in surprise. The Ragged Edge. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. He hadn't played fair. ’ Speeding down the two flights of stairs, Gerald mentally thanked God that it was the practice of himself and Roding—in case of emergency, of which this was a prime example—to stable their horses at the posting inns all the way to London. And catching hold of Thames, he quitted the deck.
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