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She could feel Martin’s eyes boring into her as she entered the room, her own personal Farhat. But if not himself, there would be another soon enough. As she looked in this direction, the thief-taker raised his eyes—those gray, blood-thirsty eyes!—their glare froze the life-blood in her veins. ‘Might have forgiven him,’ he muttered under his breath, ‘if he hadn’t taken the babe. ‘I can’t think how I’ve tolerated myself all these years. He destroyed her clumsily made dolls whenever he found them. I might utter a million, and still I doubt if I could make you understand. ‘But I am perfectly serious,’ he returned in a voice of protest.
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