Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. “He dissembles,” he said. It was so difficult to put precisely. Her gaze flickered down to his pistol. Sheppard, fleeing from him to the farthest corner of the room. ’ ‘Oui, mais—safe.
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