You have spoken her name, I think, Marthe. Rhea laughed and lunged for the broadsword that Sebastian had carelessly left lying on the ground. ” “That is quite untrue,” she declared cheerfully. “Who are you—Annabel Pellissier or her ghost?” Anna laughed. “You are Mademoiselle Pellissier?” he asked, without rising to his feet.
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