The lunches were individual affairs: sandwiches, bottled olives and jam commandeered from the Victoria. "What do you think of your nephew, Sir Rowland?" whispered Jonathan, who sat with his back towards Thames, so that his features were concealed from the youth's view. But who would pay the ransom? There was no one left in his family.
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