Her eyes threatened to leak tears, she blinked. ’ A tiny giggle escaped her, and she lowered the pistol a trifle. Ramage?” he asked. ‘I do not know your Gérard. His reputation was slightly tainted by his marriage to her mother, an exotic blue-eyed raven-haired beauty, a Gypsy doll with a clandestine heritage. She spoke with a certain odd deliberation carefully chosen words which fell like drops of ice upon the man who sat listening. Your speaking of the trial brings the whole scene to my mind. Thames unfolded the drawing, smoothed out its creases, and beheld a portrait of himself.
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