Perhaps it had been pick-pocketed or jostled from her dress in a hunt. She was shaking violently when she entered the side door of the house. The face of the man who lay there was clearly visible. “You are Mademoiselle Pellissier?” he asked, without rising to his feet. She struggled not to be afraid. “G.
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