" "Quite right, Sir James," said Austin. She drank and drank until his body was a lifeless husk, as light as a mannequin, virtually hollow of all but the fluid in his bones. Drink for him had a queer phase. Did she suppose him a possible pretender to her daughter’s hand? The girl—Dorothée, if memory served—was clearly marriageable, but he imagined most of these unhappy exiles were all but penniless. Besides—there is Sir John. . And the infernal thought of that kiss returned—the softness of her lips and the cool smoothness of her cheeks. Take it, if I die. She would have to move on to a more lawless country soon, Mexico, Columbia, then cross the sea where she could eventually return to the chaos of Eastern Europe and the Russias. The general did what he might to hush it up, and paid handsomely to manage it, I daresay.
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