’ She sighed relief to see a faint grin as he ventured to raise his head. So often as she had herself manipulated a dagger, she could not mistake the shape that pressured across her chest, or the sharp point that dug below her bosom. ’ ‘Gérard,’ she said, giving the French version with a soft “g” and not quite managing the “l”. Come, mon ami, come!’ Ever faithful, Kimble dragged himself into a sitting position, gasping at the pain this caused him. I’m a soldier, you see.
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