"Look at these fetters," returned Thames, holding up his manacled wrists; "they were put on by my uncle's command. “But have you ever thought that you might be attracting negative attention to yourself by looking like you do? Like I said, don’t take it personally. The wound lay open for five seconds, and then closed neatly as if it had been stitched by invisible hands. Perhaps at the first blush—it strikes you as odd. ” He followed up a line of thought. She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. It was horrible. I hate to see you spoil yourself with guys like me.
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