’ ‘I was called in, ma’am, to catch a French spy—at least, that is what Pottiswick thought. The Ragged Edge. “What are we going to do?” said Capes, with his eyes on the broad distances beyond the ribbon of the river. Lucy changed into her Goodwill jeans and sweatshirt, plastering her hair down with an elastic band and securing it under a tight hood. The arrangement had been made by the town matchmaker, a frightening old oak of a man. No idea that you were here, though.
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