” Michelle’s tone changed from miserable to conspiratorial. A granddaughter of mine!’ The idiocy of this notion stuck in his craw and he could think of nothing else for a moment. ‘Hilary was right. If we were to wait till a prig was rightfully nabbed, we might tarry till doomsday. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. This key," he added, taking it from the boy, "was purloined from me by your father, Jack. Here she would find candy awaiting her, bits of ribbon, books. “It is true.
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