“Wild horses—not if they have all the mounted police in London—shan’t keep me out. Shrinking involuntarily back into the farthest corner of the seat, Jack buried his face in his hands. She swallowed hard. Courtlaw, who was sitting by the bedside, bent over him. “Our business here is the right way. The fellow is little better than a lunatic.
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