He is the kind of man who would much prefer a little dust in his eyes. “I don’t think I CAN do that,” she said. Shrinking involuntarily back into the farthest corner of the seat, Jack buried his face in his hands. Raven locks fell to her shoulders from under the feathered beaver hat, and curled away down her back. While Lady Bicknacre had never trusted Valade.
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