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Chapter 8-1
Chapter 8 It took everything David had to walk out of the room calmly and not watch Jeremy limp away. The shame in those violet eyes was too much to bear. Christ, what a mess. He left the melee behind and headed back to the main part of the house. He placed a hand on Sir Granville’s shoulder. “Fisher got the truth out of them. The culprit has gone.” He addressed Lady Framling at the same time. “Well, that’s not good enough,” said Lady Framling, her voice shrill. “The boy should hang. And where are my pearls?” “I’m sure he will be dealt with,” David looked at Sir Granville. “Were they very dear to you?” Mrs. Challoner said with sympathy, patting Lady Framling’s arm. “Not particularly, but that isn’t the point, is it. The point is, some filthy little thatch-gallows stole my belongings a
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