ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. Hanging on the wall was a temple censer, bronze, moulded in the shape of a lotus blossom with stem and leaves—deadly as a club. Wood, popping her head through the window. Her mouth was once more covered as they left the second floor guest saloon and headed for the back stairs. He was painfully in earnest, too. If I am to die in the attempt, then so be it.
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