But her great-aunt was
nodding, as if this was what she had expected. The unpleasant oily
chill of fever overtook her body, and she watched in
horror as Sebastian carried her to his bed on his shoulder
like a sack of flour. "Not a syllable," replied Wild. This island was the
one haven he had; he might be forced to remain here for several years—until the
Hand had forgotten him. “I am very glad to hear you say it,” he repeated, and refrained from further
inquiry. Something he saw there made him
feel for a moment ashamed. "
"My turn comes before yours, Sir," interposed his better half. He was ready
to seed his legacy, and you were a pawn to be moved out
of the way. "Ah!" cried Wild, laying down his pen and looking up with a smile of
satisfaction.
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