\" She handed the ticket seller, a boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son, five dollars. Wood, carving for his friends, and pledging the carpenter, he had his hands full. No, not one little bit. But she no longer felt Jacomo’s age, even if she looked it. Then I tucked it nice and snug under the saddle-bag. “I want to ask you a question,” she said abruptly. ‘You obstinate little devil.
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