"If Jack would come to my house, I'd contrive to hide him," remarked a buxom dame. She felt scrawny, lanky, badly dressed in a baggy black T-shirt, sweaty, not at all beautiful; not even pretty. He was smiling under his heavy mustache, and his head was a little on one side as he looked at her. The whole place had come to life, the magic seeped out of the walls. "And yet, he has been spared thus long; perhaps with a wise purpose," rejoined Thames. The key's in the lock, on the inner side.
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