’ ‘Hadn’t the wit, you mean. No amount of scrubbing could remove the stains, the blood of an unknown man she had stolen from the scene of a car accident, a stupid drunk with no license who had wrapped his Chevy truck around a very large oak tree. This is your room. Sir Rowland laid his hand upon his sword. The fibre of his soul had to be tested, queerly, to make him worthy of you. You shall swing for this after next sessions, or my name's not Jonathan Wild.
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