ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. Sometimes I think she’s tired of us. Spurling. She let out a wail. , and go home before you have to. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. “You are in trouble,” he said.
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