‘And since the entire company and Pottiswick himself were unable to find hide nor hair of the infernal French female—’ ‘English, Hilary,’ Gerald reminded him. ‘You damned little fool! How dared you steal my sword?’ Her eyes flew open. Shrinking involuntarily back into the farthest corner of the seat, Jack buried his face in his hands.
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