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Necklace Guild #22

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The three were resting at Challicott. The clocks of the house chimed midnight, interrupting Jayne. She resumed:
“We live no ordinary lives. It seems it takes robbery to make one see that wealth is not just the result of a man’s hard work, but of past exploitation and, perhaps, endeavour.”
Lucy nodded. “If riches were the result of toil my own father would be the richest man in the country,” she said.
It was a spur of the moment of the decision. For three days they rode at night and left coins at the doorways of even the lowest hovel.

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