When the twins had first come to live in the 208 house, they were thin and bony, their tiny mouths crying for food. The ruse succeeded almost beyond his expectation. Sebastian dug through the viscous layers of foul-smelling clay with a shovel, each successive insertion creating an obscene sucking noise that ate at her sanity. By various twistings and turnings, during all which time his pursuers, who were greatly increased in numbers, kept him in view, he reached Gray's-Inn-lane. " "We won't trust you, my youngster," answered the janizary.
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