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Through the dark, windy streets and across the bridge to Southwark, we hurried, where I bid the guard go back while I ran on to Rabbit Lane. I let myself in, unheard by Mistress Hamnett, and in our chamber, I lit the candles and waited. I sat in Will’s monk’s chair by the window, watching the door, and it was not too long before he walked in.
“What the devil are you doing here, girl? How did you get in?” For a long moment he stared at me before closing the door and coming closer, and only then did it dawn on him that the maid who had tried so unsuccessfully to make his member rise was me. “Lark?”
I giggled at his shock. “You told me to choose a good disguise, and I did. Even you did not know me.”
But his anger was rising against me. “Why did you not tell me who you were?”
Stil
