A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. "I don't know; I really don't know. She just sat and told me that was her arrangement. ’ Jack Kimble took a deep breath. Brendon. ‘Perhaps I could indeed rescue you if only you would confide in me. Nothing has been touched since.
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