Picked up the photograph, looked at it, handed it back, and never batted an eye! The act was as clear as daylight, but the motive was as profoundly mysterious as the race itself. The end of the world seemed at hand. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. But this was a vicomte’s sister. "I declare I'm all in a cold sweat. There was a maiden aunt who lived in the North who might let her live there for a few weeks until she disappeared.
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