“Ritter’s!” said Ramage to the driver, “Dean Street. ” “But will you?” “YES. She recoiled. God is a jealous God, and He turned upon me relentlessly. Her hair had become so matted that Sebastian had sheared it off, which made her the very mirage of a nubile young boy. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it.
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