‘Long enough for you to see Frith for me. He opened the drawer of the writing table. It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat. She hissed in a breath and his eyes met hers. ‘Do you not understand that I can trust no one—no one?’ ‘That is a pity,’ Gerald said, rising to face her. I thought that Hill was dead, but I was frightened, and I wanted to get away from Paris.
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