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“I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how old I look? Fifteen. \" Said John as he piled the papery remnants of their meal onto the tray. Do you see why I have hidden the terrible things from you? I chose you because you are my perfect mate. ’ The sword was released to slide back into its scabbard. ‘Well, what was I to think, miss? Martha never wrote nothing about you, and I did ask. "I've proofs to the contrary," replied Jonathan. “I am fairly well known here. It isn’t what I have been but what I am. Kneebone," returned Shotbolt. “Isn’t that rather a strange question—under the circumstances?” he asked quietly.
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