You told me he was going back to Newgate after supper, so I mayn't have another opportunity. ‘But, Gérard—’ ‘Don’t start arguing,’ he said in a tone that brooked no defiance. ‘I am nine-and-twenty,’ he answered. I hear the sound of his horse's feet in the yard. Shall we say at half-past seven?” She rose from her chair. He gave her one of the sweaty red cans.
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