She stumbled through a thorny copse, her slippers sliding on patches of sand that gave way to rock. Sheppard, rushing from the adjoining room. She even thought that perhaps she might come to love him, in spite of that faint indefinable flavor of absurdity that pervaded his courtly bearing. “Here, dis is for you. ‘You will take the place of André?’ ‘Exactly so. What better way to be rid of him? ‘Jacques,’ she uttered urgently.
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