There was only one clean spot in the picture—the ship's wash (all white) that fluttered on a line stretched between the two masts. ’ He shifted unguardedly, and hissed a breath, wincing. “No, I’m fine. This was not the sort of confession which he had been expecting. ’ He glanced at the portrait behind her. “What can I do?” “Go and see her. The next page was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his face, or what she had remembered of it.
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