” The cabman, knocking with the butt end of his whip upon the window, reminded her that he was in a similar predicament. " "What proof have you that I am?"—was the return bolt. Hopefully. It had rained during the night, and the patch-work pavement was greasy with mud. I almost wish we hadn't come. ’ His brows rose.
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