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She stood face to face with him, and his voice cut across her speech and made her stop abruptly. His face was a little flushed perhaps, and his small, brown eyes were bright. Some days, his eyes were green. From all angles he was at a disadvantage—in weight, skill, endurance. “Experte credo. He sat with folded arms and knitted brows, thinking intently. ” “You have not answered my question,” he reminded her. Certainly I would not murder monsieur le major, even that he has made a threat to beat me. 62 <8> A FIRST DATE WITH JOHN DIEDERMAYER The weekend began for her with that luxury of all luxuries, sleep. But he was destined to have every tide of feeling awakened—every wound opened. ‘Get the swords!’ ‘I’ll see to him.
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