You can trust me, Anna. Sheppard. ‘There were the Comte and Comtesse de St Erme. That last year in Paris, when Annabel and she had lived in different worlds, had often been a nightmare to her. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. Her parents totally look the other way.
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