But escape to where? She thought of the ships that sailed from the peninsulas to hot deserts where spices were traded. You never can tell. ’ ‘Gérard,’ she said, giving the French version with a soft “g” and not quite managing the “l”. At a little distance from the party, sat a tall, sinister-looking personage, with harsh inflexible features, a gaunt but muscular frame, and large bony hands. She leaned forward in her chair, as if petrified in fear by the scary story. Kevin Chen, Martin’s father, was equally stately, his dark brown eyes bright with the fire of extreme intelligence.
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