Just as he was preparing to follow, the wherry containing Rowland and his men, which had drifted in their wake, was dashed against his boat. The major’s hand stilled. "Miss Enschede—such an odd name!—are you French?" "Oh, no. Once she reached the bamboo curtain, clutched at it and tore it down as his arms went around her waist. But Sheppard was not to be silenced. She sighed with relief. One hour later she had gone back to the mission—without the salt. “Call me Cathy, John. The wall of St. ’ ‘A dagger, is it then?’ The girl froze. “Perhaps,” he queried, “you wish to avoid being seen about with any one—er— connected with the profession, under present circumstances.
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