His grey eyes burned under his shaggy eyebrows. The watcher's intake of breath was sibilant. I have always had a secret crush on him, to be honest with you. What does it matter? I am not a pauper, Annabel. Wild's intention, doubtless, was to use you as far as he found necessary, and then to sell you. "I tell 'ee what, master, if you're more fortinate nor I am, and get ashore, give old saltwater your fare. Blueskin, who had evaded me with the papers and the money, is a prisoner here, and will perish on the same gallows as yourself.
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