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“Ask me nothing. Wood, in equal trepidation. The glass in the windows was broken—the roof
unthatched—the walls dilapidated. Accordingly, he was introduced to the two military aspirants
at the Cross Shovels in the Mint, by our old acquaintance, Baptist Kettleby. He was placed in a coach, handcuffed, and heavily fettered, and guarded by a
vast posse of officers to Temple Bar, where a fresh relay of constables escorted
him to Westminster. Michelle smiled. He looked at her reproachfully. Clear water gave away to
gray as she waded deeper, feeling her slippers on rock. But
this revulsion was engulfed by the succeeding waves of pity and understanding. “After all, why should he be surprised?” she remarked.
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