’ ‘With ease, mademoiselle,’ he countered, catching her blade. The unpleasant oily chill of fever overtook her body, and she watched in horror as Sebastian carried her to his bed on his shoulder like a sack of flour. He stood back and held her shoulders. If the boy had done anything wrong back there in the States, his would be the brand of conscience to pay him out in full. I called myself Anna. No—you shall come with me to Waterloo. There’d only be endless rows if I was at home.
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