She felt her chest trying to float up, but the blessed undertow, the dreaded reason why she was warned to never bathe in the ocean, sucked her feet down, putting the decision where it belonged, into the hands of God. “Nigel, Nigel,” she cried. Having heard from Thames that you were better, and that your sole anxiety was about me, I came to give you the first intelligence of my escape. To hand the key back in silence was like offering a lie. Sheppard.
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