’ ‘Is she now? And what would you be wanting of her, may I ask?’ ‘Because she knows something that may make this fool understand that I am the mistress of—’ She broke off. You know—if you want freedom. You never can go back. Ennison listened, and his eyes glowed. He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. Cathy stood in the bedroom hallway in her faded blue bathrobe. And she’s pluck to the backbone.
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