His salvation—if there was to be any—lay in her ignorance of life. ‘The poor girl was thrust into a convent to become a nun. We went our ways. But one day he came to me. Shall I send him to Sir John?” Annabel was white to the lips, but her anger was not yet spent. ‘I dropped the lantern,’ Jack’s muffled voice told her. “Can we watch television?” She asked. He took her hand and looked into her eyes and spoke, divided against himself, in a voice that was forced and insincere. I swear it. “Put her in the trunk.
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