They went into Michelle's tiny bedroom, bare except for a dresser, a closet, and a miniscule single bed that resembled her own at the Becks. Her heart thudded. She had not been sufficiently prompted in relation to the ways of caravansaries; but her mind had been alert and receptive. Swiftly she ran her hands over the carvings, trying to find the lever to the secret panel again. ‘You would read my mind?’ Gerald was pretty certain he already had, but he did not say so. All her pride raged at me. This time she was indeed beaten. "I was at Tyburn. Kneebone, I'll make one of the party.
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