I can’t imagine Londoners—particularly interested in me. “Indeed, no,” he answered. And this was an adventure of which he had dreamed from boyhood: aboard a windjammer on the South Seas. ’ ‘It is well seen you are not Gérard,’ Melusine said, but thankful now that he was not. “Were you ever in love, aunt?” she asked. Aunt Jane had her quiet moments. " There was a pause. Then he relaxed back a little, and let the weapon dangle from his fingers. The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in Southwark. It might be that the boy had taken one drink too many, or someone had given him knock-out drops. “There is a secret.
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