Clear water gave away to gray as she waded deeper, feeling her slippers on rock. “After all, why should he be surprised?” she remarked. “Well, well, Martin. Tell him the truth, Annabel. Suppose our proper place is a shrine. She didn’t choose her man. She advanced, stabbing at him. ‘So it is that you have made Jacques betray me. A lesson learned. So am I. ‘We’ll cross that bridge if and when we come to it.
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