Well, this is OUR thing. ‘Seems quiet enough,’ observed the junior officer, his gaze raking the shuttered windows of the building’s grey stone frontage. She paused for a moment. ‘Never trust a gun in female hands,’ grumbled Hilary, dropping the nun’s habit and backing to join his friend. “For Heaven’s sake, Dunster, don’t let her out of the carriage, or hansom, or whatever she came in. CHAPTER VIII.
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