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The marquis clapped his hand over his roaned Another in a long list of sentences that ca Dear God, Mr Ravenscroftto the kiss! "What I meant to say was … well, I have no idea what I meant to say, but you must admit you liked my little paper bird At least until it crashed into the rosebush"
"Paper bird?" theconfused
"It--Oh, never you h and slow shake of her head "I apologize for any frustration I ht cheerfully toss her out the
"It's just that--"
"It's just that what?" he snapped
"Rein in your teht still be of use to us"
Caroline gulped That sounded rather o to be far more affable and friendly than Mr Ravenscroft, looked as if he could be quite ruthless when the occasion warranted
"What do you suggest, Riverdale?" Blake asked in a low voice
The ed "We could ransom her And then when Prewitt co to her throat at the burst of pain the shout caused "I won't go back I don't care what's at stake I don't care if it land I don't care if it means both of you lose your jobs, or whatever it is you do for the governo back" And then, just in case they were hugely obtuse, she repeated, "Never"
Blake sat down at the foot of her bed, his expression hard "Then I suggest you start talking, Miss Trent Fast"
Caroline told the She told theuardians She told theain permanent control of her fortune, Percy's ill-fated attempt to rape her, and how she needed to spend the next six weeks in hiding She told theain and she had to write down the last third of her tale
Blake noted grimly that when she used her left hand to write, her penht you said she couldn't write," James said
Blake stared at him with pure menace "I don't want to talk about it And you," he added, pointing at Caroline "Stop s her eyebrows into a guileless expression
"Surely you can allow the chit her pride at having outsmarted you," James said
This time Caroline didn't even try to hide her srowled at her She acquiesced, and he read each line of her history with griusted by the way Oliver Prewitt had treated her Shethe past few days, both intellectually and physically, but he couldn't deny a grudging ed to thwart hiuardian would treat her so aboest we do with you?" he asked when she finally stopped scribbling her life story
"For the love of God, Ravenscroft," the irl soet her so you alone with her It wouldn't be proper"
"Oh, and I suppose it would be proper for you to remain with her?" Blake scoffed "Your reputation is blacker than the Death"