The Wastrel, his eyes full of humorous evil, stood inside the room. As her belly swelled, so did he. She knew that her voice was superior to Annabel’s, and she had no further qualms. Marina doted over her pregnant daughter, adorned in fine brocades, reassuring her that it was certain to be a either a baby boy or a girl of such great beauty she would eclipse them both. Curiosity to see what a sing-song girl was like took possession of Ruth's thoughts. Unlocking it, he entered the chamber, which by no means belied its external appearance. That glove is still preserved. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. Which, let me assure you, villain, will not be so far away.
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