Bill Barnett

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“Thank you for the shilling,” he said. “You were right, it did come in handy.” He couldn’t guess within a thousand miles what she thought of him. He wondered if she’d known everything already, that night in the courtyard. “I hope you spent it wisely.” “I gave it to a lady made of stone, so she would let me jump down a well.” Her bold eyebrows arched. “I hope it was worth it.” “If you trust me a little more now,” he said gallantly, “then it was worth it.”
The Bright Sword
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