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Perhaps he had lost his loved ones and was wandering over the world seeking forgetfulness. He was alone, hatless and without his boots, and he held a wicked-looking French-made duelling pistol, covered in silver and gold— property no doubt, was Melusine’s fleeting thought, of the late vicomte. Sheppard, again arresting his departure. He talked very little and rather absently. ‘French? But what else?’ ‘I do not like Frenchmen,’ Melusine snapped. But the free arm of the stranger hit him a flail-like blow on the chest and sent him sprawling into the yielding sand. She told him the story of her parents, her marriage to Iovelli, the loss of her baby, the kidnapping after the miscarriage. As she had dreaded, the police officer in the car was politely waiting for John to depart, and exited the squad as soon as John turned at the Pine Crest stop sign.
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