Wanton!… This, then, was what her father had meant. They had heard nothing, seen nothing. The whole affair interested him deeply. Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. “Why? Do you think I’m a stoner?” He asked.
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