It could only mean one thing—that her foster daughter was both a whore and a murderer! When Sheila confronted her about it, it was five in the morning. ‘And me?’ ‘Oh, you’re mad because you wish to blow off my head. Why not? Were not his own sentiments inclined in favour of the patient? But fifty gold was fifty gold. There were lines in her face that age had not put there.
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