“What were you doing?” Her voice was a little hysterical. “Just look that through, will you. Your adoptive father understands mankind better. Instinct had forced her to create something out of rags to satisfy a mysterious craving. Read that letter, Thames—my lord marquis, I mean. “Eight, Cavendish Square.
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