To the poor carpenter it seemed an endless distance. I am a murderer. You've your own reasons, no doubt, for bringing up her son —perhaps, I ought rather to say your son, Mr. ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. They sat in the windowed booth at the restaurant across from each other.
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