‘At me,’ she uttered, holding her own pistol high and aiming it steadily. And behind— there was Paris, memories of amazing things, memories which made his cheeks burn and his heart beat quickly as he sat there waiting for her. On the floor was a handkerchief, a little morsel of lace.
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