“It’s my fault. She didn’t choose her man. Kneebone. Witness Browning. As his eyes adjusted, he was able to make out the great shrouded shapes of the furniture. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. Jonathan Wild must have stolen it from her. " "Impossible!" rejoined his mother. To hand the key back in silence was like offering a lie. She could feel her body rebel against her actions, convulsing, so she forced herself to think of her mother in Heaven, her mother's beautiful face, the sun dancing across the rivers of her home.
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