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One swift glance about the room, and a sensation of grim foreboding swept through him. Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness. " "Waste not another word with him, Thames," cried Jack. “Shut up, you little faggot. " "When you please, Sir," said Thames, coldly. It had been part of her wedding trousseau, a gift from her family to his.
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