’ ‘Begging your pardon, miss, but I think as how you ought to go back to London,’ Jack ventured. ” The lady in black satin looked at the pile of luggage outside and hesitated. The ticket line filtered slowly into the glass doors, growing louder and more boisterous by the minute. "If you thought that, why did you give me this job?"—his voice faint and thick. "I'm tired of the life I'm leading. The situation bothered him considerably.
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