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"
You
are
Richard
Mayhew
,
the
young
man
who
rescued
our
wounded
Door
.
How
is
she
now
?
"
"
Er
.
She
’
s
okay
.
Her
arm
’
s
still
a
bit
—
"
"
Her
recovery
time
will
undoubtedly
astonish
us
all
.
Her
family
had
remarkable
recuperative
powers
.
It
’
s
a
wonder
anyone
managed
to
kill
them
at
all
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
The
man
who
called
himself
the
marquis
de
Carabas
walked
restlessly
up
and
down
the
alley
.
Richard
could
already
tell
that
he
was
the
type
of
person
who
was
always
in
motion
,
like
a
great
cat
.
"
Somebody
killed
Door
’
s
family
?
"
asked
Richard
.
"
We
’
re
not
going
to
get
very
far
if
you
keep
repeating
everything
I
say
,
now
,
are
we
?
"
said
the
marquis
,
who
was
now
standing
in
front
of
Richard
.
"
Sit
down
,
"
he
ordered
.
Richard
looked
around
the
alley
for
something
to
sit
on
.
The
marquis
put
a
hand
on
his
shoulder
and
sent
him
sprawling
to
the
cobblestones
.
"
She
knows
I
don
’
t
come
cheap
.
What
exactly
is
she
offering
me
?
"
"
Sorry
?
"
"
What
’
s
the
deal
?
She
sent
you
here
to
negotiate
,
young
man
.
I
’
m
not
cheap
,
and
I
never
give
freebies
.
"
Richard
shrugged
,
as
well
as
he
could
shrug
from
a
supine
position
.
"
She
said
to
tell
you
that
she
wants
you
to
accompany
her
home
—
wherever
that
is
—
and
to
fix
her
up
with
a
bodyguard
.
"
Even
when
the
marquis
was
at
rest
,
his
eyes
never
ceased
moving
.
Up
,
down
,
around
,
as
if
he
were
looking
for
something
,
thinking
about
something
.
Adding
,
subtracting
,
evaluating
.
Richard
wondered
whether
the
man
was
quite
sane
.
"
And
she
’
s
offering
me
?
"
"
Well
.
Nothing
.
"
