Utorak, Februar 01, 2011

the man of

the man of keys into a subservient creature. He hastens to the cell, mcarstrow following,draws the heavy bolts,bids the prisoner come forth. Yes, come, girl ive had a tough time to get you out of that place it holds its prey like lawyers seals, rejoins mcarstrow. Not without my child. She inquires quickly. She stoops down and kisses it. My daughter,my sweet child. She mutters. Till tomorrow. You must leave her for tonight. If i must. Again she kisses the child, adding, as she smoothed her

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