“Miss Pellissier,” he said, “these gentlemen are your friends, and therefore they are my friends. I’ll mention it. ’ ‘Nothing of the sort,’ Gerald said calmly, sipping at his burgundy. Sheppard had been interred. They were Jonathan Wild and Quilt Arnold. He left that arid rule clear of the least mist of refinement or delicacy. “Bless you, sweetheart.
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