I tore the marriage certificate from his pocket and burnt it. ‘R-rien. “I’m fine,” she said softly. McClintock did not exaggerate his ability to read faces. At the back of her mind, dim and yet disconcerting, was the perception that she herself did not know what she wanted. She was for ever scanning luggage and finding her way about the world, via these miniature pictures. Sheppard, which she gratefully declined. She would not let her move.
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