“Why are you so distant? Why all the mystery? What are you, a narc? Double-oh-seven or something?” She steeled herself, refusing to react. "Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow. Before midnight, your nephew shall be safe beneath the hatches of the Zeeslang. " "Not before I have conducted your child thither," retorted Jonathan, with a withering look.
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