” “And what do you think I ought to do?” “Exactly!” He lifted a paper-weight and dabbed it gently down again. “So you found Rhea, I see. Horrors abounded in every passageway as each turn could bring a vision of a poor woman running from her screaming plague-infested son or a bloated corpse of a rich man whose mouth lolled open, showing gaps where someone had pried out a few golden teeth. She went about in a negligent November London that had become very dark and foggy and greasy and forbidding indeed, and tried to find that modest but independent employment she had so rashly assumed. ” He was suddenly calm. He found Abraham on guard as he had left him. He's a Welshman, and I wouldn't for a trifle that any accident befel him.
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