A swift frown brought the still dark brows together for a moment. She cried as he watched, frozen to the ground. She was very excited. "Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. The constable, Sharples, is in my pay.
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