” “No. It’s my other side of the moon. ” Annabel looked at her with terrified eyes. She started forward. The soi-disant Valade held the centre of the room now, only an uncovered but closed card-table, its surface dusty, between him and the suite at the fireplace. He hated the taste of it.
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