She was too delicate, too fragile to survive out there. I hear her coming. ’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his own face. He hasn't found himself, as they say. We simply can’t get away. She had hardly noticed the loss of her dagger, so strong had been the waves of relief that attacked her on hearing that Jack had returned from death’s door. And all this time perhaps you have been waiting, expecting to hear from me. The candle was shaking in his hand as Ruth appeared in the doorway.
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