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The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head had the nebulosity of a composite photograph. They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals. " "Can I trust him?" mused Jack. His face was white. ” Michelle fired back merrily. I have healed and I am still your wife!\" She looked at him desperately, his eyes illuminated by firelight.
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