He gave her one of the sweaty red cans. The oranges were of the Syrian variety, small but filled with scarlet honey. Dashing through the open door, he crossed the Old Bailey, plunged into a narrow court on the opposite side of the way, and was out of sight in a minute, baffling all pursuit. “Now you must go,” she said firmly. Thank him, not me, man.
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