To her consternation, the sound drew her great-aunt’s attention and she threw out a hand. She wished her father and aunt would not enjoy their dinner with such quiet determination. ‘But Gérard—if you mean the fellow Alderley who was making eyes at Yolande—is not here. Mild, you know, and boon. He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which she unzipped and let fall to the ground. A black-garbed young lad leapt out and let down the steps.
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