But you belong to me—and I want you. "To paint your portrait," answered the jailer. Instead, he could not get beyond these minor details—why she wore the dress, whence she had come, and whither she was bound. ’ Then memory hit and he stared at his friend. ’ The snaking suspicion rolled through his mind again.
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