There was a pause, while the steel grey eyes sliced at her. “John! Welcome! Happy Thanksgiving!” Cathy cried, ushering him deeper into the house. Then the storm broke. Then to Martin's brandy-shop, in Fleet Street. They had a universe to talk about—two universes. " "It shall be at the door in ten minutes.
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