A chill rain thrummed against the sides of John’s car, having slowed from deluge to steady patter, the snow was 158 dissolved where it lay. “Indeed,” she said, “it was very fortunate that I should have met you this afternoon. He reminds me of a slave I once had in Rome with those sullen dark eyes and that wistful pout. "Done!" cried Shotbolt. I won’t even ask. Stop it!” Anna stepped back bewildered, but the man held out his arms to her.
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