"I thought you were asleep. “Are we interrupting anything?” “No!” Martin jumped slightly. The completest capitulation would not wipe out that trouble. Then he was surrounded by black-clad nuns, and Melusine felt an unknown hand grab away her own sword. She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. “I’ve had most of the things I wanted,” said Ramage, in the stillness of the night. The spy—if there was one hiding out in the late Jarvis Remenham’s empty house—would be taken unawares.
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