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" "I forgot to mention there's a trifling reward for his capture," cried Shotbolt, popping his head from under the cloth. She had almost chosen to prostitute herself rather than live in that animal state once, but had found a warm cave in Kentucky just as situations had grown truly desperate. A black-garbed figure crept forward, noiselessly, towards Gosse’s back. She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated. I am a thing to be used. The poor wretch, driven by desperation to the commission of a crime which her soul abhors, is no more beyond the hope of reformation than she is without the pale of mercy.

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