Diane Vorsack clicked her tongue in a “tsk”. He had abandoned his oars, and the boat was drifting with the stream towards the enemy. And now I find, when it is too late, that I might have deserved you—that I am as well born as Thames Darrell. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. “I don’t care a rap for remembering.
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