Chapter VIII “WHITE’S” Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse rapidly approaching its last days. "I cannot break my vow. Or appeared to do so. We all did that in our youth, when first we came upon a fine story; else we were worthless metal indeed. At the Diedermayer house, they were videotaped with the latest addition to the family, a Sony camcorder. “Have you told anybody else?” Lucy asked.
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