Before a month has elapsed, your mother will be mine. " "We'll see that, young hempseed," replied Sharples, shutting the hatch furiously in his face, and locking it. "No matter. You truly are your mother’s, Lucia. Do you remember what I said when you took me at the Mint four days ago? I told you my turn would come. ” She smiled at him. Looking sullen, he released the handle and sat back. “I gave your name.
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