“Agreed,” he said with queer exaltation, and his grip tightened on her hand. She was faint from hunger, her head spinning into dizziness, the blood madness readying for battle. She had no intention of fighting fair. Upon my word—you are Miss Pellissier, aren’t you?” “I certainly am,” she admitted. He spoke English with astonishing facility and with a purity which often embarrassed his tourists. His attitude toward her was purely intellectual, free of any sentimentality, utterly selfish. Under her feet lay intricate mosaics, and each warm hall was festooned in tapestries.
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