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“I ought never have gone to the Zoo, I suppose. He staggered back a few paces; and, before he could recover himself, Thames tripped up his heels, and, placing the point of the spike at his throat, threatened to stab him if he attempted to stir, or cry out. Wood, whose loss I shall ever deplore. “Lucy, that’s horrible. What was the old tabby at? Unaccountably embarrassed, he cleared his throat. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. ’ She tried to shake his hands off her wrists, but Gerald held them fast and tutted at her. "Leave him to me," he said.
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