“So it seems that I was wrong. She had heard the trader utter it many times. "Put up your blade, Sir Rowland," rejoined Jonathan, resuming his former calm demeanour, "King James the Third will need it. “Please forgive me coming up, Miss Pellissier, but you have not been down to dinner for three nights, and—Brendon and I—we were afraid that you might be unwell. And the infernal thought of that kiss returned—the softness of her lips and the cool smoothness of her cheeks.
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