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She had fallen asleep. Shari squealed, clutching her towel around her. “I’ve got it. “Our interest lies in heading them off. She felt herself shaking again. At this juncture, a cry burst from the child, who, nearly smothered by the weight imposed upon him, only recovered the use of his lungs as Wood altered the position of the bundle. I couldn’t rest or eat or sleep. But to go courting a slave-girl, at the risk of physical hurt! A shudder of distaste wrinkled her shoulders. It became suddenly glaringly apparent to her that it was impossible to return fifteen pounds or any sum less than twenty pounds to Ramage—absolutely impossible.
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