"Close the wicket, Austin," vociferated Ireton, in an authoritative tone. The chamber rang with her shrieks. He's coming. ’ ‘There is no need for this,’ he ventured mildly, and lifted his finger to show his own pistol was not cocked. He was beautiful despite the odd angle. He threw her on the bed.
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