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‘He had run away with a Frenchwoman, you see, but Everett Charvill—I refer to the general—took care to conceal the matter. What he wanted desperately was to be alone. . . ” They left the restaurant just as the rain slowed to a dull trickle, the fury of the storm exhausted, having left mirror puddles in its wake. Only a few, but enough for me to understand that some act had driven you to this part of the world, where the hunted hide.
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