Her companion was a portly handsome man, also dressed in a full suit of the deepest mourning, with the finest of lace at his bosom and wrists, and a sword in a black sheath by his side. Flattened flowers aren’t for the likes of us. It came with an extreme effect of re-discovery, a remarkable novelty. “Pellissier,” she repeated thoughtfully. She touched bow to strings, playing a fifth. "My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. Sheppard!" echoed Jack, surprised out of his caution.
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