Stanley pointed to the letter with a pipe he had drawn from his jacket pocket. He shook his head. “Through there,” he said, and pointed with the pamphlet he was carrying. I hear the sound of his horse's feet in the yard. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson. Wasting no time, he crossed straight to the shutters and opened them. ‘Talk to me another time.
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