Her little white hand stole across the table. “The fellow seems to know your name, Miss Pellissier, and that you have lived in Paris. She was a lone white woman, therefore marked. It is useless to talk. It is very possible that he will ask you to tell him before witnesses how you received your wound. I dare say it will be chattered about for weeks. Those were dreams. And you think I would marry you?’ ‘Why not? I am unworthy, eh? Because I am a servant.
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