"His lordship desires me to say—ough! ough!" Fresh groans and hisses. She longed to enjoy human food as he did. "I've been deceived by false information. But even you cannot alter her character. “Does he never speak to you of—of old times?” she faltered. I would be the kidnapper, of course, but we would forge ransom notes and exchange monies so that it appeared you were taken by brigands or plotters against the Iovelli family. Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy; Darrell's as fresh and bright as a rose.
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