ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. I wish they would just get it over with. I need a white man, if only to talk to; and it will be a god send to talk to someone of your intelligence. ’ ‘No, of course you could not,’ Gerald soothed. ‘You would read my mind?’ Gerald was pretty certain he already had, but he did not say so.
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