The evenings were dulcet and soft. ‘The fact of it is,’ I said, ‘I’m the new playwright, Thomas More. “Lots of ‘em!” Capes chuckled. He glanced up at the coachman. Well, he was executed for murder. ‘Valade, if you don’t mind.
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