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“The little English girl is very fortunate. The Reaper is not sated yet. The castle stood on the main island which connected to the mainland by a foreboding stone and wooden bridge. She was reasonably certain why. With Jack so badly injured, how would she get him home? How get herself home, now that Trodger had arrested her. " "Can I trust him?" mused Jack. ” “Ye—e—es. Gianfrancesco had told her about it, how he had played in it as a child with his brothers. Too late. “Annabel,” she said brusquely. It was, in a way, something of a joke to the doctor: psychology and physiognomy on an island which white folks did not visit more than three or four times a year, only then when they had to.
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