“Forgive my intrusion, Sir.”
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“AHH!!” Mrs. He was tall. “Ladies,” she whispered conspiratorially. Hoopenlicker held firm as an exhausted Mr. With that, I bid you a good night, Sir.”
Her lodger watched her take her leave wondering what lay in store for him in
