You will survive, mark my words. She had begun to care about her appearance again, looking into the glass he gave her, a thing nearly priceless that was bordered in intricate golden filigree and rubies. Sections and pages had been pasted together, and all through both Testaments a word had been blotted out. ” She scoffed. I have a different game to play; and it'll be your own fault, if you don't come off the winner.
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