Flinging her back against it, she put her hands out, barring his way. ‘I will make certain that we are unobserved. “Let go!” she gasped at him, a blaze of anger. He had not had time to aim the pistol. The woollen-draper looked at his watch. You make a game with me, imbecile. Here she would find candy awaiting her, bits of ribbon, books.
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