Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. He climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton candy parachute. This was enough for the poor widow. Well, I was all for dragging in Bow Street there and then, and getting the pair of those fraudsters thrown in gaol. Until the last few months.
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