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She was lovely, painted like the porcelain doll he had always wanted her to be. "Whose child can this be?" "How the devil should I know!" replied Jonathan gruffly. The freezing water lapped around her ankles as she ran along its edge, marveling at the thousands of tiny white spiral shells the tide had brought in. And yet—I love you. Anna turned deliberately away from the bedside. “My sister is sure to be out. Every gibbet at Tyburn and Hounslow appeared to have been plundered of its charnel spoil to enrich the adjoining cabinet, so well was it stored with skulls and bones, all purporting to be the relics of highwaymen famous in their day.
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