Lord Charvill champed upon an invisible bit for a moment or two, closing the gap between himself and the girl, and muttering the name to himself in an overwrought sort of way. I worship you. She stood there with white set face and nervously clenched fingers. “Aren’t you supposed to be in bed, pervert?” “Yes sir. " "I don't care for that," replied Jack.
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