“He might seem charming and kind and attentive, but do not allow that to fool you. Or his handsome good looks to captivate you and cloud your vision. It is a trick. He tricks women.” “And how would you know that?” Abigail asked, her tone as sharp as the edge of a sword. “He did it to me in London. He lured me in with his tales of woe. He spoke words that took my breath away. He made me feel important, as if I mattered to him more than anything.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “After I gave myself to him, he discarded me as though I were nothing. His powerful words carried no depth.” “And
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