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... ate. "Please, just give me more time. I will have the money next week, I swear it."
The debt collector, a large, impassive man with cold, dead eyes, did not even look at her. He simply gestured to one of his men, who proceeded to take a heavy, silver-framed portrait of the late Lord Pembroke from the wall.
"No, not that one!" she pleaded, lunging forward, but the man’s associate simply held out a beefy arm to block her. "That was my husband’s favorite!"
"Time is up, my la ...
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