Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. He left the room, presumably to sleep elsewhere, but the only other room with a fire was the servant’s quarters. And it’s no good pretending there is one when there isn’t. "Follow me, Thames," cried Jack, dropping into the chasm. “It can’t make any difference to you, and there are not half a dozen people in Paris who could tell us apart. Though, to be fair, he did not know of it until after the wedding. "It'll ease your mind.
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