She mewed weakly, “Sebastian? What have you done?
Where is Gianfrancesco? Did you kill him?”
He crossed his arms. This whole affair is truly my fault. “There is my aunt,” she said. ‘How dull it must have been for
you, poor little one. She's headed for America. But there was only Gosse, still struggling with the picture, looking dazedly
towards Melusine and the lad he had shot, then away towards the sounds of
pursuit, and back again. Clarice rubbed her belly, singing songs to the
unborn baby. There came to O'Higgins the discouraging knowledge that upon the heels of a
wonderful chase—blindman's buff in the dark—would come a stretch of dull
inaction. ‘When you’re my age, you’ll be just as
hardheaded.
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