I pledged my thumb that, dead or alive, I'd pay the wager if I lost; and I should like to be as good as my word. How Jack Sheppard's Portrait was painted. ” Michelle said, tossing her glossy ponytail defiantly. Contents Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter One In the quiet of an autumn afternoon, the deserted mansion slept.
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