‘Silence,’ he warned again, with a prod of the dagger at her heart. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his. Breakfast was laid for one, a dish of fruit and a shining coffee equipage. Almost instantly she had recognized the fallacy of such a statement.
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