Nab and Quilt to the door! Jack, you are my prisoner. If all wives were of my mind and my spirit, husbands would soon be taught their own insignificance. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. Sheppard, who seemed to be crouching upon the floor. There were mysterious rustlings that made him glance hopefully toward the sea.
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