" By this time Caliban had returned, and Jack appeared at the hatch. ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. They drove up into Paris in an open fiacre with a soft cool wind blowing in their faces, hand in hand beneath the rug. Only it was with a further and most unbelieving shrug of the shoulders that he resumed his seat. If he keeps his word, I'll keep mine.
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