“That’s a sweet piece,” said Jean, briefly forgetting to be aggravated. “You didn’t snatch that off a street.” “No,” said Locke, before taking another deep draught of the warm water in the decanter. “I got it from the neck of the governor’s mistress.” “You can’t be serious.” “In the governor’s manor.” “Of all the – ” “In the governor’s bed.” “Damned lunatic!” “With the governor sleeping next to her.”
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