Dieu du ciel, what was it? She turned slowly, listening for the direction of the sound. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. ‘Knew you had the lad with you, and thought you were merely delayed. “There,” he said, “you don’t treat me fairly, Miss Stanley.
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