Then her white teeth gleamed, and her excuse for remaining any longer before that little marble table was gone. ‘Where’s the sense in running away?’ ‘Doesn’t trust me,’ Gerald said briefly. When she awoke, she felt sick, her mouth still salty with blood. " And then his interest would cease. ‘But what is it that amuses you, Jacques?’ Kimble’s grin spread wider. From the first of these alighted Thames, or, as he must now be styled, the Marquis de Chatillon. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. Voilà tout.
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