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’ ‘What offer?’ she asked, suspicion rife in her voice. I jumped then—I was not even shaken. . ’ A gleam of rare humour slid into Charvill’s chest. Also, you must send someone to fetch my horse—at least, it is not mine but I have borrowed it to come here—because it will be dark very soon and—’ ‘Woof! Hold it, hold it,’ begged the sergeant.
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