You wanted to play a lone hand. She had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and immaculately sanitary. ” “May I ask,” Anna said softly, “what you presume to have been the nature of my errand here this evening?” Sir John pointed to Annabel, who was as yet utterly limp. ” She looked away from him.
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