’ ‘Begging your pardon, miss, but I think as how you ought to go back to London,’ Jack ventured. When at first she had realized that he 206 had conducted a sexual affair with a local well-known Florentine courtesan she called him out, accusing him of exposing her to an array of diseases. The lights of the Champs Elysées and the Place de la Concorde, suggestive, brilliant, seductive, shone like an army of fireflies against the deep cool background of the night. “Why are you so distant? Why all the mystery? What are you, a narc? Double-oh-seven or something?” She steeled herself, refusing to react. “I have nothing to say to you. “I’ve gotta go. I am up to the ears in it all— every moment I can spare. He was a London man of business, spending a small legacy in Paris.
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