One chance in a thousand, and that would be the girl. He grew even harder. The ink, contained in a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as it touched the paper. ‘What do you want with me? Why did you catch me?’ ‘You intrigue me,’ he told her frankly. “I wouldn’t.
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