An Honorable Thief by Anne Gracie7/6/2023 ![]() ![]() ![]() By sunset tonight-" He spat blood and lay gaspĀing for breath before he could continue. "Be damned to it.I'm dying, girl.and I'll not.be hushed. "My only living child! She, who has refused to help her father since she turned thirteen!" My daughter!" The scorn in his voice lanced through Kit. "Bah! I don't know why I bothered even asking you. "It's not as if I'm asking you to do anything you haven't done a hundred times or more in your life!" "Dammit, girl, I want that promise!" He searched her face angrily. Linen cloth and wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. He did not know his own strength, that was Papa's trouble. Kit bit her lip and tried to ease her arm from under the punishing grip. Hands which excelled at the shuffling and dealing of cards.the clever, extremely discreet dealing of cards. Hands which had never done a hard day's labour in their life. For gesturing in an amusing fashion to illustrate a sophisticated story. Refined hands, good for lifting a lady's hand to be kissed. White, soft, aristocratic, seeming too fine even for the heavy ring he wore. She glanced down at her father's thin, elegant fingers biting into her flesh. "Promise!" The dying man grabbed her arm in a hard-fingered grip. ![]() Near Batavia, on the island of Java, Dutch East Indies. ![]()
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