One transgression; he was sure of that. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his. Nobody knows what his real name is, but he's a Hollander. Wild. Five minutes ago, his butler had entered the green saloon, an austere apartment, with dark forest-green wallpaper flocked with a swirling design, and heavy mahogany furniture. She had felt very uncomfortable around him, grotesque. It was dangerous for her to dare approaching him and she knew the tremendous risk she was taking, but a part of her demanded that he be found. "Get about your business!" "Thames!" cried Jack, beckoning to his friend. .
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