"After all our pains we were near losing him, Sir Rowland. “Call me Cathy, John. ‘It is London’s loss, ma’am. ‘Oh, dearie me, you make me feel a traitor. Soot was everywhere, for the lamp would not stay trimmed in the gale. I’m glad the old sore is assuaged.
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