Automatically, she glanced at the slight red graze left on her neck that marked the point where Gerald’s sword had nicked her. A young man —almost a boy, slight, dark, and with his brother’s deep grey eyes—came across the room to her. "That was the lad's name," returned the stranger. ‘Your mystery lady, I mean. Manning came into her thoughts again, an unexpected, tall, dark, self-contained presence at the Fadden. F.
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