There was no mistaking his intentions this time. “I wonder if there is anything wrong with my manners,” she said. “Why are you so distant? Why all the mystery? What are you, a narc? Double-oh-seven or something?” She steeled herself, refusing to react. The Ragged Edge. From her stomacher, to which it was attached by a multitude of glittering steel chains, depended an immense turnip-shaped watch, in a pinchbeck case. Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone. Hear me, adorable girl! You know not the extent of my devotion. ‘You’re right. .
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