‘It weren’t my wish, miss, I can tell you that. His blood would be sweet with it. Left alone with Edgeworth Bess, Jack burst into a loud laugh of exultation. ” “Perhaps I don’t. ‘But, Gérard—’ ‘Don’t start arguing,’ he said in a tone that brooked no defiance. It will be his interest to do so.
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