” Brendon rose and came towards her with outstretched hand. ‘My name’s NOT More, Mr. I feel at moments as though I could bolt for it. Pity you aren’t under my command. It must be the dawn creeping in. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. During all this time, he had never quitted the iron bar, and he now grasped it with the firm determination of selling his life dearly, if he met with any opposition.
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