” “Blood of my heart!” whispered Capes, holding her close to him. The only difference between the officers of Newgate and their brethren was, that they had enormous bunches of keys at their girdles, while the latter had left their keys at home. Sampans with fish and fruit and vegetables swarmed about, while overhead gulls wheeled and swooped and circled. \" She handed the ticket seller, a boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son, five dollars. Swiftly following the sound of knocking, she crossed right and passed through a door near the windows—and found herself in the bookroom.
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