” To remain, she felt, was to concede everything. Very well, I give up. He climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton candy parachute. The pistol was his own, it is true, but it was one which was taken from him when he forced his way in upon me before. Little did I imagine at the time that it was my own father to whom he referred. "Any price was better than your head. I want you. And she was as shrewd as they come.
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