You care for me just a little, I know. Sheppard raised her eyes, and fixed them upon her interrogator. It belonged to his father, and was worn by him on the night he was murdered. He did not write this with lead but with his heart's blood. He did not particularly care. Drawing the pay of life and then not living. ’ A burning at his chest, the general ground his teeth. ’ Handing over the guineas, he added, ‘For you. ’ ‘With ease, mademoiselle,’ he countered, catching her blade. CHAPTER I.
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