"Well, what sort of journey have you had, Quilt?" asked the man as he hastened to assist Sir Rowland to dismount. His build was medium, he would never 5 tower over his peers, yet his shoulders were broadening, betrayed by an undeveloped set of pectoral muscles underneath his button-down shirt that she could tell frustrated him. But, if you've a spark of love for me, don't meddle with anything in that house. Either you have had to love people or hate them—which is a sort of love, too, in its way—to get anything out of them. But I must summon my janizaries.
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