A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. Capes went first, finding footholds and, where the drops in the strataedges came like long, awkward steps, placing Ann Veronica’s feet. “I was hoping to be able to secure a few minutes’ conversation with you, Miss Pellissier. Her gaze flickered down to his pistol. Sheppard was enabled to take possession of the premises.
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