" Ruth slightly brushed the withered cheek. “I was hoping to be able to secure a few minutes’ conversation with you, Miss Pellissier. " The Wastrel laughed. The eyes left him, searching beside the chair for her cane. I owed his father a grudge: that I settled long ago. Supposing the wire should break and her head tumble off her shoulders into the street? The whimsey caused another smile to ripple across her lips. ‘Say it.
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