He had an objective now. He cocked an eyebrow. "Your father—poor imbecile!—believes we ran away together. What are you after?’ ‘But my pistol and dagger, imbecile,’ she exclaimed impatiently, moving sharply back. "You thank Heaven for the escape of the man who did his best to get your child's neck twisted.
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