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“Perhaps, as I’ve only just arrived,” she remarked, “I might be forgiven if I do not change my skirt. The features were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun? Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it. Sheppard raised her eyes, and fixed them upon her interrogator. Lucy slept in the same room as Shari, only ten feet away. A corner could hold the promise of a shelf of dainty crystals, volcanic ices of rainbow colors, or figurines of saints sculpted from horn and bone reenacting their martyrdoms on delicate miniature wooden stages.
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