We WERE thieves. It had her raven locks, her pouting lips. “I can’t imagine, Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said, leaning towards her, “whatever made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street boarding-house. “I am sorry that I have murdered you. I have the right also to throw you out. ’ ‘Of course she could not have known to whom they belonged.
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