There was nothing of the phenomenon in this. ‘You are wise, Marthe. ‘By traitors I am surrounded!’ ‘Stop talking utter twaddle,’ ordered Roding, marching up to the desk. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. "Are you his ghost, then?" "No—no," answered Jack.
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