“More coffee, hon?”
She held her hand over the cup. "Agreed," responded the Master. The carte de jour was before Monsieur. The features
were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow
below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun?
Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of
energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald
made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it. “I wouldn’t have been without this
trip for worlds. She gained her
room, and slammed her door and locked it as though she feared violence and
pursuit. She seemed bursting with the
desire to talk, and watching for her opportunity. “Gods,” she said, at last, “I’ve done it this time!”
“Well!” She took up the neat morocco purse, opened it, and examined the
contents. Jack Sheppard warns Thames Darrell. “The conventions do not matter one
little bit.
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