The castle stood on the main island which connected to the mainland by a foreboding stone and wooden bridge. It had been easy to steal. She foraged about in her mind for some satisfying equivalent which would express in English this gurgling drone the Chinese called a language. ‘But for how long?’ Lady Bicknacre asked apprehensively. ’ She gave him a straight look. ’ The core of hurt rose up, tearing at her insides.
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