Upon my word—you are Miss Pellissier, aren’t you?” “I certainly am,” she admitted. She waited a few minutes, then greeted the burly doorman who stood as the building’s lone sentry. “Please stop, cabman,” she ordered. The struggle had dislodged the white wimple, which was evidently too large for her, and her black hair broke free, whirling like a whiplash about her head as her hands curled into fists, coming up to beat at his chest, her little teeth bared for attack. “Girls. “And yet I do it without compunction. He was a Wiltshire Edmondshaw, a very old family. ’ The gentleness in his voice nearly overset her.
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