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Women and men had always flocked to him, covetous of his knowledge, his riches, and if all else failed, his carnal expertise. She could feel Martin’s eyes boring into her as she entered the room, her own personal Farhat. One mistress enough to ruin a man,—two, the devil. ’ ‘Me, miss?’ uttered Mrs Ibstock doubtfully. Hastening to the spot where he had tied his horse to a tree, he vaulted into the saddle, and rode off across the fields,—for he was fearful of encountering the hostile party,—till he reached the Edgeware Road. But I do not know you at all, in truth, and I do not understand why you do this. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. Hill, Meysey Hill.
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