The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. In the beginning it was a dictionary. The houses on Snow Hill were thronged, like those in Old Bailey. Perhaps these few words were the first real conscious words he had uttered in days. " "May I trust you?" hesitated Thames.
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