The crowner's 'quest sat on her yesterday—and if she hadn't been proved out of her mind, she would have been buried at four lane-ends. . The season was ripe for mating, she thought to herself bitterly. I would be the kidnapper, of course, but we would forge ransom notes and exchange monies so that it appeared you were taken by brigands or plotters against the Iovelli family. She held it away from her with an instinctive repulsion, born of her unconquerable antipathy to the touch of strangers.
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