It isn’t. Anna was not “Alcide” of the “Ambassador’s,” whose subtly demure smile and piquant glances had called him to her side from the moment of their first meeting. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay. . She frowned and gripped her hands about her knees very tightly. She spoke slowly.
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