Jacques, Jacques!’ His face was white, but his eyes were open, if a trifle glazed. ‘Why, that’s it. It was a bizarre sight, a miniature manor, replicated fully, walled in gray limestone. I don’t think for a moment that he would recognize you. “Look here, Ann Veronica,” he began.
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