” Sir John frowned. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. Spurling in alarm. He built her the most beautiful castle 242 in the world in the desert, carving fountains where real water ran and gardens in a place where no plant had ever bloomed. "By the powers!" he added, turning his lantern full upon the face of the captive, "he's a nice gennteel-lookin' kiddy, I must say. If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but still curiously persistent. It’s a world in which the law can be a stupid pig and the police-stations dirty dens. He worried me to marry him.
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