The area between her eyebrows wrinkled with the increasing circular motions her two fingers made on her jewel.
That's one nice thing about carrousels, they always play the same song.
Nor was the atmosphere improved by the habit of storing the scavengers' scourings or street slop in giant mounds or laystalls along the north bank of the Thames and on the edge of the town.
There they are, Strawberry - Fledge, I should say. This is a rum go.
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