But at length, there was a click, and with a swish, the panel of painted books swung outward from the wall. ‘Oh, we was always in there, miss,’ admitted Joan, moving closer. The thought of Capes flooded her being like long-veiled sunlight breaking again through clouds. Then to Martin's brandy-shop, in Fleet Street. But the world didn’t do that.
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