What are you?" she asked. "A monster," said Well hoarsely. "You'd better let me go." The girl gave a small, mocking laugh. "Monsters don't faint in the presence of ladies." "Ladies don't dress like men and pick pockets," retorted Well. Her smile only sharpened. "What are you really?" "Tied to your bed," said Well matter-of-factly. "And?" His brow furrowed. "And in trouble.

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