“This isn’t furtive,” said Ann Veronica. Herculis was a port city on the Tyrrhenian Sea not far from where the manor had been. Her complexion was wan and faded, except where it was tinged by a slight hectic flush, that made the want of colour more palpable; her eyes were large and black, but heavy and lustreless; her cheeks sunken; her frame emaciated; her dark hair thickly scattered with gray. He pulled on her shoulder, bringing her mouth to his in a kiss.
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