She frowned and gripped her hands about her knees very tightly. ’
‘But two letters,’ put in the woman. If you attempt to play the
traitor, you will do so at the hazard of your life. ’
‘A French ghost?’
‘Well, it ain’t a rat this time, Major, I can promise you that,’ Pottiswick had
rejoined, his tone affronted. “You are very stupid, Anna,” she said. She had not seen him in two and a half
centuries. The stage manager reappeared presently, and made a speech. To recreate the era, I deliberately tried to avoid creating a
thinly disguised bodice ripper where an
“empowered” woman mouthed off to prospective
suitors in jerkins and tights, in other words, a typical
romance novel. Kneebone, who began to
feel sleepy, wound it up, and snuffed the candles. Chapter IV
THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST
“You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful Paris,” Anna
said lightly. Sheila McCloskey was the real neighborhood
watch.
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