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She had been standing in the centre of the floor, her hands clasped, her body bowed toward the Governor, but at htened like a bow unbent "I may speak, your Honor?" she asked clearly

The Governor, who had looked askance at the working face of the htly bent his head and leaned back in his great ar's ward turned her eyes upon hientle wo, traitress toof a pirate ship, eous" Her voice was gentle, even plaintive, but it had in it the quality that lurks in the eyes of the crouching panther

My lord sat down, one hand hiding his working mouth, the other clenched on the arm of his chair as if it had been an arm of flesh