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“I say, don't cry," he said. "It's all over now." She shook her head. "It's not the riot," she said. "I've seen fights before. But this is the first time anyone ever took care of me. All my life I've had to look after myself. It's a new experience." He did not know what to say. All the girls he had ever met assumed that men would take care of them automatically. Being with Maisie was a constant revelation.”

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A Dangerous Fortune

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Ken Follett
Ken Follett

Ken Follett is a renowned British author born on June 5, 1949. His works are known for their historical settings and intricate character relationships, which have won him a wide readership. more

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