William Ritter

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Hell of a sight. She let out a scream and just fell to pieces. Can't say I blame her. Like I said, this sort of thing is not for the female temperament." He directed that last sentiment at me, making eye contact for the first time."I dare say you're right, sir," I conceded, meeting his gaze. "Out of curiosity, though, is there someone whose temperament you do find suited to this sort of thing? I think I would be most unnerved to meet a man who found it pleasant

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I had heard of offices feeling like prisons, but in this case our prison felt, rather anticlimactically, like an office

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Names have power... And he kept the one I gave him. My dear, sweet Jackaby. - Eleanor