” “You are sure that he asked for me—not for Annabel?” “Certain,” Courtlaw answered. He tried not to think—of Ruth with her mother's locket, of her misguided father, taking his lonely way to sea. “The point is we’re not toys, toys isn’t the word; we’re litter. Spurling bit her lips to conceal her mirth.
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