“You’ve no right to badger me like this, Veronica,” he said. The sun was setting, casting long dreary shadows across deformed apple trees. Opening her large black eyes, she fixed them upon him for a moment with a mixture of terror and loathing, and then averted her gaze. “Nothing so base. He has got Blueskin with him. Her cargo is nearly shipped. Listen to me, Thames. And, also, she wanted to borrow that money.
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