Figg?" said Jack, peevishly. The threadbare remainders of the dinner discussion hovered over the topics of obsessive fans of the science fiction and horror genres. “He is very kind, Anna, really, and not half such a prig as he seems. "You are my prisoner, Jack. It—it is nothing,’ she said, although with a tremor in her voice. I can assure you, I wouldn’t be single again for worlds. I'll not forget your two mistresses, Jack.
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