“You’ve no right to badger me like this, Veronica,” he said. ” She sniffled. Jack Kimble stiffened, looking at his interrogator with wary anger in his face. She stumbled through a thorny copse, her slippers sliding on patches of sand that gave way to rock. He drifted in and out of consciousness. She had fallen asleep on the wooden bed, uncaring of lice or bedbugs. To even presume a lustful thought about her was to ask for one’s own death.
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