He went in and leaned, panting, against one wall. No, this was not reasonable. There were dark rims under her eyes, soft now with unshed tears. He lowered himself on to her. "Close the wicket, Austin," vociferated Ireton, in an authoritative tone. She dressed quickly, pulling on white jeans and a red tee shirt. "I am," replied Jonathan, following him, "and so," he added in an undertone, "are your captors.
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