” He writhed. She picked up the hand cannon. “We should get out of here. His face was that of a quick, intelligent-looking boy, with fine hazel eyes, and a clear olive complexion. “You can count upon me, Nigel,” she said. Rollo began to cavort. "I've done nothing to offend you," persisted Jack.
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