"You came up through the print works, did you not? An ink-streaked urchin, giddy with hot lead and hungry to one day rule the Fourth Estate. Truly, William Stead must quake in your rivalry. Quid pro quo. You seem to labor under the belief that we have some sort of arrangement. A symbiosis, as the biologist would say. But there is no biologist yet that has a name for what you are.”

Reid is right, for once.

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