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She had
arranged for a supper of tea, a boiled egg, and some tinned peaches. A
disagreeable young man, with red hair and a loose mouth, seated at the reporter’s
table, was only too manifestly sketching her. He did like her, anyhow; he was always pleased to be
with her. But let the horses be in readiness. The Reaper is not sated yet. She
looked at him as he thrust deeply, his face contorted with
pleasure as he watched her riding him. Irreton. She looked from Anna, who was far
too nice-looking to be travelling about alone, to that reassuring pile of luggage,
and wrinkled her brows thoughtfully. An avid reader in many genres, I love to share books that have given
me much pleasure.
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