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"I told you the prison wasn't built that could hold me," cried Jack. ‘Come, come, ma’am,’ he said smiling. The struggle had dislodged the white wimple, which was evidently too large for her, and her black hair broke free, whirling like a whiplash about her head as her hands curled into fists, coming up to beat at his chest, her little teeth bared for attack. . He had meant to be master of his fate that evening and it had escaped him altogether. ‘What are the chances, do you think, of that thing being already cocked?’ ‘Probably not even loaded,’ suggested Hilary hopefully.
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