He resumed his listening. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. Sebastian sat smirking in amusement. “Mike, that’s not even remotely funny. It was a tale of battle, murder, and sudden death on the New York waterfront. Do you not remember that this capitaine has heard us talking? You may believe that Gérard will not let the soldiers leave from the gate. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together.
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