And Pottiswick, of course. He wore a long coat, beautifully flowered, and a hat with a turned up
brim. ”
“But how?”
“I poured him out some port wine, and I said—let me see—oh, ‘You are going
to be a grandfather!’”
“Yes. Ousted from his old retreat, the Cross Shovels,
Baptist Kettleby opened another tavern, conducted upon the same plan as the
former, which he denominated the Seven Cities of Refuge. They
had a universe to talk about—two universes. ”
Anna nodded and turned again to Courtlaw. "Oho!" he said. A post-chaise seen in the road first
alarmed us. You
simply can't get good oil down there, so I must husband the few drams I carry. Both McCloskeys disappeared on the
same night, without a single trace.
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