” Inwardly, she laughed at the idea of him trying to beat on her, flailing, his arms akimbo. “I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how old I look? Fifteen. “Ferringhall, were you or were you not dining last night at a certain restaurant in the Boulevard des Italiennes with—la petite Pellissier?” Now indeed Sir John was moved. Her own pack was so light that she left it in the locker. She tossed her head, and, having no further words, moved toward the door.
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