Chapter Seven
New Friends
There was absolute silence as the crowd of people watched the bandit disappear. Margie was beside herself. A wave of terror ran through her and she began to cry. She had never been a real crier, but over the last week she had done a lot of catching up. It was just that she needed some way to express her dismal unhappiness. She looked at the thin, pale, well dressed man. He had a definite look of cruelty to him, something more dangerous to her than the off handed, generalized callousness of her former captor. And, while she had been able to maintain the illusion that she had been the bandit’s temporary prisoner, she had passed into the realm of property now, gambled away like some trinket, just like her diamond ring that the man was now casually examining.
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