Cheveney strolled up, a pipe in his mouth. Sheppard, whose maternal fears drew her in another direction, hurried off to the Mint. ‘There is no question of a dispute. With a drawn cutlass in one hand and a cocked pistol in the other, Blueskin rushed up stairs. “That’s not working so well for you, is it?” She looked at him sheepishly, bringing a Kleenex out of her pocket to wipe away the excess. Brendon looked across the room at her thoughtfully. It was the girl. Sheppard's ward, Sir.
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