‘I dropped the lantern,’ Jack’s muffled voice told her. In mailing the tales he had not enclosed return postage or the equivalent in money. Monsieur could rely upon his special attention, and for the cooking—well, he had his customers, who came from their homes to him year after year. He grabbed her hair viciously and whispered loudly into her tear-streaked face. You are my prisoner, murderer.
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